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 Kazakhstan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lyres to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül II,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Excepter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funkadelic,
Jawbox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Byron Stingily,
The Monochrome Set,
The Martian,
Animal Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Henry Cow,
E-Dancer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ponytail,
X-101,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scan 7,
Fugazi,
The Black Dice,
New Order,
Second Layer,
48th St. Collective,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hashim,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flipper,
The Motions,
Iggy Pop,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cal Tjader,
Ultravox,
Junior Murvin,
The Moleskins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-102,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers,
Marine Girls,
David McCallum,
Barrington Levy,
Sound Behaviour,
Agitation Free,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kurtis Blow,
Pylon,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Bourne,
Mad Mike,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.