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 Austria and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Monks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eurythmics,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Finger,
Radiohead,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Albert Ayler,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
Ohio Players,
Japan,
Trumans Water,
A Certain Ratio,
Pussy Galore,
The Vogues,
DNA,
Rod Modell,
The Smoke,
Stereo Dub,
Wings,
Motorama,
Icehouse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fluxion,
Von Mondo,
Crime,
The Busters,
Section 25,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Simply Red,
PIL,
Easy Going,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Neu!,
The Mojo Men,
Kenny Larkin,
Fugazi,
The Kinks,
Index,
Avey Tare,
Y Pants,
Surgeon,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cheater Slicks,
The Black Dice,
CMW,
The Knickerbockers,
10cc,
Danielle Patucci,
Bronski Beat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faraquet,
Alton Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.