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 Cuba and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rites of Spring to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
a-ha,
Pussy Galore,
FM Einheit,
The Golliwogs,
The Leaves,
The Cramps,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Duran Duran,
Bad Manners,
The Buckinghams,
Jawbox,
Yusef Lateef,
Can,
Dawn Penn,
Ronnie Foster,
The Modern Lovers,
Tom Boy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Saints,
The Trojans,
The United States of America,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liliput,
Gong,
Cheater Slicks,
Average White Band,
Anakelly,
Whodini,
Henry Cow,
Brick,
John Lydon,
Swans,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül,
One Last Wish,
Juan Atkins,
Gang of Four,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crash Course in Science,
The Barracudas,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul II Soul,
Thee Headcoats,
Y Pants,
Aloha Tigers,
Pere Ubu,
Von Mondo,
Alton Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Roger Hodgson,
Flash Fearless,
Barry Ungar,
Newcleus,
The Fugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.