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 Philippines and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Patti Smith to the grime 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Bush Tetras,
Lindisfarne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris & Cosey,
Jandek,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Average White Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Schoolly D,
Massinfluence,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Simply Red,
The Pretty Things,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry's Kids,
Subhumans,
The Neon Judgement,
Arthur Verocai,
Procol Harum,
UT,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gories,
Sex Pistols,
Black Pus,
Agent Orange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Prince Buster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faraquet,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
The Evens,
Interpol,
F. McDonald,
Minutemen,
Scratch Acid,
Japan,
Essential Logic,
Nico,
The Dead C,
Silicon Teens,
John Lydon,
Country Teasers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cowsills,
Magazine,
Vainqueur,
Babytalk,
Alton Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Davy DMX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Mandrill,
E-Dancer,
Desert Stars,
Urselle,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.