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 Solomon Islands and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Shadows of Knight to the funk 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Franke,
Erykah Badu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Green,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris & Cosey,
Rapeman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drexciya,
Jacques Brel,
Parry Music,
Ludus,
Con Funk Shun,
Unwound,
Robert Görl,
The Human League,
Maurizio,
Rod Modell,
Rotary Connection,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harmonia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Kinks,
Scrapy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
Angry Samoans,
Tres Demented,
Procol Harum,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minor Threat,
Henry Cow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Glenn Branca,
KRS-One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Babytalk,
Can,
Derrick May,
ABC,
Oneida,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cluster,
Black Moon,
Pulsallama,
Simply Red,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Wells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.