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 Antigua and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
E-Dancer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barbara Tucker,
Toni Rubio,
Mandrill,
Joensuu 1685,
Qualms,
Sparks,
JFA,
Symarip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lucky Dragons,
The Velvet Underground,
Japan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dawn Penn,
Tres Demented,
Spoonie Gee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blake Baxter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doors,
Deepchord,
The Last Poets,
Chrome,
Josef K,
Absolute Body Control,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
One Last Wish,
X-101,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Rundgren,
Yusef Lateef,
Ludus,
Sun City Girls,
David Bowie,
Brass Construction,
Icehouse,
Al Stewart,
Arab on Radar,
Albert Ayler,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Near,
The Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tom Boy,
Minnie Riperton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joyce Sims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bauhaus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Walker Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Slave,
The Searchers,
Matthew Halsall,
Average White Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.