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 Solomon Islands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Seeds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Drexciya,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alice Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slackers,
Duran Duran,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Fatback Band,
Quantec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Index,
Sparks,
Trumans Water,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fela Kuti,
Loose Ends,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultra Naté,
Con Funk Shun,
Qualms,
Skriet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minor Threat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mission of Burma,
Anthony Braxton,
One Last Wish,
Jacques Brel,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Near,
Banda Bassotti,
Skaos,
Suicide,
The Knickerbockers,
The Tremeloes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Michelle Simonal,
Nik Kershaw,
The Count Five,
Interpol,
Eddi Front,
David Axelrod,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Bourne,
Fluxion,
Grauzone,
Depeche Mode,
Soul II Soul,
Slick Rick,
Moby Grape,
Stiv Bators,
The Cure,
Bobby Byrd,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.