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 Costa Rica and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Fall to the grime 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Neon Judgement,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cluster,
Kas Product,
Moebius,
Minor Threat,
Skarface,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fluxion,
The Blues Magoos,
Albert Ayler,
New Order,
Sällskapet,
Leonard Cohen,
Howard Jones,
Television,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Osbourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Organ,
Mr. Review,
New York Dolls,
The Modern Lovers,
Bad Manners,
Stereo Dub,
Roxette,
Ultravox,
Sound Behaviour,
Moby Grape,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Vogues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blackbyrds,
Toni Rubio,
Pylon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Second Layer,
The Dead C,
Royal Trux,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Carl Craig,
The Fortunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glenn Branca,
Joensuu 1685,
Qualms,
John Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Y Pants,
Interpol,
The Searchers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
MDC,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.