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 France and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Glenn Branca to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Symarip,
Alison Limerick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moebius,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fat Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Ponytail,
Joe Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
The Music Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Bluetip,
Pantaleimon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Byrd,
Ludus,
Absolute Body Control,
Connie Case,
The Red Krayola,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed,
This Heat,
Easy Going,
Quantec,
The Zeros,
AZ,
F. McDonald,
Intrusion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
OOIOO,
Marc Almond,
Public Image Ltd.,
Howard Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swans,
Lungfish,
Monks,
Davy DMX,
These Immortal Souls,
Fugazi,
Soulsonic Force,
the Normal,
The New Christs,
Pierre Henry,
Sight & Sound,
Duran Duran,
The Real Kids,
The Slackers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Goldenarms,
Pagans,
Animal Collective,
Lalann,
EPMD,
Interpol,
The Invisible,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.