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 Seychelles and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Eve St. Jones to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Sonics,
LL Cool J,
The Invisible,
Aaron Thompson,
Thee Headcoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vladislav Delay,
L. Decosne,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lyres,
Animal Collective,
Mark Hollis,
Marine Girls,
Ludus,
Morten Harket,
The Birthday Party,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quadrant,
David Axelrod,
Rekid,
Joyce Sims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hashim,
Crash Course in Science,
The Tremeloes,
Yaz,
the Slits,
Black Bananas,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Trojans,
Panda Bear,
Gong,
Frankie Knuckles,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Godley & Creme,
The Happenings,
Hardrive,
The Doors,
Jeff Mills,
The Detroit Cobras,
Schoolly D,
Sound Behaviour,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flipper,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cybotron,
UT,
Warren Ellis,
Heaven 17,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.