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 Papua New Guinea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pulsallama to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bob Dylan,
MDC,
Wings,
Con Funk Shun,
Panda Bear,
Ossler,
Nils Olav,
Chrome,
The Durutti Column,
the Fania All-Stars,
Easy Going,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kas Product,
Make Up,
Dennis Brown,
Ralphi Rosario,
Icehouse,
Deadbeat,
The New Christs,
Wolf Eyes,
Ice-T,
Neu!,
Von Mondo,
Cybotron,
Yusef Lateef,
Grey Daturas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Simply Red,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Kinks,
Tubeway Army,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Dolphy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Sheep,
X-101,
JFA,
Cameo,
The Dead C,
Talk Talk,
Flash Fearless,
Sixth Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
Minny Pops,
Loose Ends,
Infiniti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris Corsano,
Interpol,
Scion,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.