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 Micronesia and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Roxette to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
In Retrospect,
Subhumans,
the Germs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Lungfish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T.S.O.L.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bauhaus,
Anakelly,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Modern Lovers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Birthday Party,
Royal Trux,
Neu!,
Thompson Twins,
Nirvana,
Colin Newman,
The Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
The Fuzztones,
The Slits,
Aswad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mandrill,
Sparks,
Tres Demented,
Severed Heads,
Morten Harket,
The Star Department,
Danielle Patucci,
Second Layer,
Jeff Mills,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Japan,
Sällskapet,
Youth Brigade,
Organ,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brass Construction,
Ludus,
The Motions,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.