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 Tunisia and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Eden Ahbez to the techno 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Motorama,
The Monochrome Set,
Thee Headcoats,
Tears for Fears,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Reuben Wilson,
the Sonics,
Faraquet,
The Litter,
Bauhaus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cameo,
Dark Day,
New Order,
The Techniques,
Public Enemy,
Heaven 17,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Style,
Grauzone,
Vainqueur,
Simply Red,
Albert Ayler,
The Fortunes,
cv313,
Black Moon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
R.M.O.,
Sugar Minott,
Judy Mowatt,
Anthony Braxton,
The Index,
Bush Tetras,
Joey Negro,
Jacques Brel,
The Move,
The Grass Roots,
Bronski Beat,
Marmalade,
MC5,
The Barracudas,
Flipper,
Throbbing Gristle,
Supertramp,
Ultravox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dirtbombs,
Max Romeo,
Oneida,
the Swans,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry's Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cal Tjader,
The Toasters,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.