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 Palau and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Darondo,
Gang of Four,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yusef Lateef,
Sight & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Pole,
Main Source,
The Young Rascals,
Urselle,
The Cramps,
Howard Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Heaven 17,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pagans,
Lower 48,
Nas,
Faust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Don Cherry,
The Mojo Men,
Circle Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Model 500,
Delta 5,
Deakin,
Lightning Bolt,
Warsaw,
Junior Murvin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Animal Collective,
Masters at Work,
The Dirtbombs,
Make Up,
the Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Symarip,
Y Pants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deepchord,
Eric Dolphy,
The Red Krayola,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Leaves,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fall,
Cal Tjader,
Los Fastidios,
The Cowsills,
Juan Atkins,
The Pop Group,
The Busters,
The Raincoats,
The Slackers,
Bob Dylan,
These Immortal Souls,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.