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 Iceland and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the dance 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Section 25,
New Order,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arcadia,
Kaleidoscope,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Victims,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Don Cherry,
Sound Behaviour,
Ludus,
Ohio Players,
Spoonie Gee,
Lyres,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Hill,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Green,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Busters,
Godley & Creme,
Zapp,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Urselle,
The Fall,
Mr. Review,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crime,
Bauhaus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shuggie Otis,
Royal Trux,
Monolake,
Nico,
Rotary Connection,
Sarah Menescal,
Skriet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gories,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fear,
The Smoke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Invisible,
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sparks,
DJ Sneak,
Ultravox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.