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 Spain and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 James White and The Blacks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lower 48,
Dark Day,
The J.B.'s,
Mr. Review,
Blossom Toes,
Moss Icon,
Bob Dylan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sexual Harrassment,
New York Dolls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
LL Cool J,
Sex Pistols,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonic Youth,
New Order,
Chris & Cosey,
Y Pants,
Scrapy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sound Behaviour,
Visage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Duran Duran,
Godley & Creme,
Gabor Szabo,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Holt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thompson Twins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
10cc,
Lindisfarne,
Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Idris Muhammad,
E-Dancer,
The Moleskins,
Model 500,
Banda Bassotti,
Hoover,
Adolescents,
Wasted Youth,
Nico,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
The Cowsills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris Corsano,
The Busters,
T. Rex,
Deakin,
Pulsallama,
Television,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Association,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.