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 Kenya and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Buckinghams to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Joensuu 1685,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deadbeat,
The Monochrome Set,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sonics,
The Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Banda Bassotti,
Aural Exciters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare,
Kenny Larkin,
CMW,
Pylon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Livin' Joy,
Pere Ubu,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amazonics,
In Retrospect,
London Community Gospel Choir,
La Düsseldorf,
Minor Threat,
Siglo XX,
The Beau Brummels,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Clear Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
H. Thieme,
Grauzone,
Funky Four + One,
Glenn Branca,
DNA,
The Velvet Underground,
The Young Rascals,
Faraquet,
Susan Cadogan,
Wasted Youth,
Sparks,
Swell Maps,
Royal Trux,
Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Sam Rivers,
Nik Kershaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Index,
Black Flag,
Country Teasers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hardrive,
Ohio Players,
Neu!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Underground Resistance,
Los Fastidios,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.