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 France and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Freddie Wadling to the techno 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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Joensuu 1685,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pussy Galore,
Con Funk Shun,
Japan,
The Smiths,
These Immortal Souls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gong,
The Techniques,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swell Maps,
David McCallum,
Josef K,
Fear,
Lou Reed,
Groovy Waters,
The Black Dice,
Robert Wyatt,
Jawbox,
Wasted Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barry Ungar,
The Slackers,
The Red Krayola,
The Doobie Brothers,
Massinfluence,
The Offenders,
Saccharine Trust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cameo,
Marmalade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dave Gahan,
Warsaw,
Symarip,
Bad Manners,
Nas,
Sound Behaviour,
Reuben Wilson,
Blake Baxter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tubeway Army,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cal Tjader,
D'Angelo,
Yazoo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Misunderstood,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gladiators,
Chrome,
James White and The Blacks,
Eden Ahbez,
Anakelly,
Porter Ricks,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.