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 Romania and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monochrome Set to the electroclash 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Fluxion,
Graham Central Station,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
China Crisis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Banda Bassotti,
The Victims,
Rapeman,
Monolake,
The Associates,
Aural Exciters,
Tres Demented,
Ituana,
The Pretty Things,
Organ,
Scan 7,
Hasil Adkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Lynne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Massinfluence,
Susan Cadogan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sarah Menescal,
Tim Buckley,
Charles Mingus,
Black Bananas,
Wire,
Sight & Sound,
The Names,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lightning Bolt,
Slave,
Barry Ungar,
The Tremeloes,
Basic Channel,
Dual Sessions,
Index,
Negative Approach,
The Motions,
Underground Resistance,
John Holt,
Ronnie Foster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yazoo,
Kas Product,
The J.B.'s,
Spandau Ballet,
Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Mills,
The Buckinghams,
John Cale,
The United States of America,
Bad Manners,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.