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 Tanzania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Porter Ricks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Archie Shepp,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacques Brel,
T.S.O.L.,
Soulsonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Unwound,
Crooked Eye,
Wings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Cell,
Ronan,
The Grass Roots,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Sherman,
Crash Course in Science,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Raincoats,
Hasil Adkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pere Ubu,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gun Club,
New Age Steppers,
Franke,
Black Sheep,
Livin' Joy,
Lower 48,
Lalann,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
Pharoah Sanders,
Outsiders,
Sixth Finger,
Dead Boys,
Crime,
The Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Talk Talk,
Massinfluence,
The Smoke,
The Golliwogs,
D'Angelo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skarface,
Sex Pistols,
Dark Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.