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 Italy and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 DNA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Technova,
Stereo Dub,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slave,
Nik Kershaw,
Wally Richardson,
Amazonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scan 7,
Silicon Teens,
Josef K,
The Moody Blues,
Shuggie Otis,
The Tremeloes,
The Selecter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Half Japanese,
Supertramp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monks,
Eric Copeland,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fatback Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Thompson Twins,
The Modern Lovers,
Lightning Bolt,
EPMD,
Chris Corsano,
Metal Thangz,
the Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Radio Birdman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gories,
Anakelly,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sight & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Severed Heads,
Skriet,
Camberwell Now,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick May,
X-101,
The Music Machine,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.