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 Suriname 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Electric Prunes to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet 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?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Mills,
Alton Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
In Retrospect,
Desert Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wings,
Darondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erasure,
Bill Near,
Bush Tetras,
Nils Olav,
The American Breed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Toni Rubio,
Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Offenders,
Reuben Wilson,
JFA,
Interpol,
Nirvana,
Tubeway Army,
Eve St. Jones,
Rapeman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Buckinghams,
The Last Poets,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faust,
Colin Newman,
Godley & Creme,
The Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
Dead Boys,
David Bowie,
The Human League,
Harmonia,
Dark Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Crooked Eye,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crash Course in Science,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doors,
Pere Ubu,
Alison Limerick,
Ronan,
The Residents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joensuu 1685,
Urselle,
Essential Logic,
Suburban Knight,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.