Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Honduras and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ohio Players to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Andrew Hill,
The United States of America,
Banda Bassotti,
Mark Hollis,
Warren Ellis,
Mantronix,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unwound,
Von Mondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Stooges,
Sister Nancy,
Albert Ayler,
Duran Duran,
Joensuu 1685,
Althea and Donna,
Ohio Players,
Lou Christie,
Half Japanese,
Nico,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Popol Vuh,
Fugazi,
Morten Harket,
The Gories,
Section 25,
the Swans,
Panda Bear,
Bauhaus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Walker Brothers,
Skriet,
Chris Corsano,
Negative Approach,
Japan,
Livin' Joy,
The Pop Group,
Oneida,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mojo Men,
Bob Dylan,
Skarface,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barrington Levy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Coltrane,
Anakelly,
The Trojans,
Intrusion,
Heaven 17,
Rotary Connection,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unrelated Segments,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.