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 Slovakia 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neu! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Rites of Spring,
Dual Sessions,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Christie,
Interpol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Section 25,
The Sound,
Robert Hood,
The Count Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare,
The Human League,
Jandek,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masters at Work,
Aural Exciters,
Ludus,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rod Modell,
The Offenders,
Gang of Four,
Intrusion,
Josef K,
Soft Cell,
the Slits,
Outsiders,
Scrapy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Litter,
The Remains,
Can,
David McCallum,
Organ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gong,
Lyres,
Animal Collective,
The Angels of Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slick Rick,
UT,
Hashim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Babytalk,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Charles Mingus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiohead,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magazine,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.