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 Namibia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 the Normal to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Easy Going,
Con Funk Shun,
The Red Krayola,
The Cramps,
Subhumans,
The Monochrome Set,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Swans,
Minutemen,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arcadia,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sugar Minott,
Malaria!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mojo Men,
Underground Resistance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faraquet,
Moby Grape,
Camberwell Now,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mantronix,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Rundgren,
The Offenders,
Pantytec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Association,
In Retrospect,
Soul Sonic Force,
June Days,
R.M.O.,
Masters at Work,
Scion,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Fraelich,
Brick,
John Foxx,
Arthur Verocai,
Wings,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronan,
Stetsasonic,
Niagra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Livin' Joy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terry Callier,
Ultravox,
Goldenarms,
Bush Tetras,
Rotary Connection,
Au Pairs,
Steve Hackett,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Cell,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.