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 Afghanistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Model 500 to the punk 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Agitation Free,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry's Kids,
The American Breed,
Sound Behaviour,
The Litter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Remains,
the Slits,
B.T. Express,
the Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eurythmics,
The Grass Roots,
Symarip,
Interpol,
The Invisible,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers,
Half Japanese,
D'Angelo,
KRS-One,
Los Fastidios,
CMW,
Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Leonard Cohen,
Iggy Pop,
The Durutti Column,
Fatback Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The United States of America,
David Axelrod,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy Collins,
Arcadia,
Derrick May,
Ossler,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unrelated Segments,
Buzzcocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Zapp,
Sonny Sharrock,
La Düsseldorf,
U.S. Maple,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smoke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joensuu 1685,
Alphaville,
Pussy Galore,
Lightning Bolt,
Trumans Water,
Sarah Menescal,
Brick,
Eric Copeland,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.