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 Liberia and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fear to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
H. Thieme,
Audionom,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Simply Red,
Black Bananas,
Joyce Sims,
Michelle Simonal,
Maleditus Sound,
The Martian,
Deadbeat,
Faraquet,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stockholm Monsters,
Metal Thangz,
Ultra Naté,
Lungfish,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Talk Talk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Section 25,
kango's stein massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Eddi Front,
Jimmy McGriff,
China Crisis,
The Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Radio Birdman,
Visage,
F. McDonald,
Hasil Adkins,
cv313,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deakin,
Organ,
Country Teasers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Make Up,
Carl Craig,
Crooked Eye,
Juan Atkins,
The Happenings,
The Fuzztones,
Drexciya,
Lee Hazlewood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultravox,
the Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
The Trojans,
Cybotron,
David Axelrod,
Delta 5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.