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 Angola and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
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 snare 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 Stereo Dub to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The Modern Lovers,
Mandrill,
Qualms,
UT,
Albert Ayler,
Arcadia,
The United States of America,
Scan 7,
Sexual Harrassment,
cv313,
Graham Central Station,
Easy Going,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Bowie,
Outsiders,
JFA,
Panda Bear,
The Move,
Pulsallama,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Section 25,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Wyatt,
Dead Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
10cc,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
the Swans,
The Pop Group,
Sun City Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Metal Thangz,
Suicide,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stetsasonic,
The Fall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
FM Einheit,
Gong,
Joy Division,
Yazoo,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Popol Vuh,
Nik Kershaw,
Max Romeo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marmalade,
Sex Pistols,
Grey Daturas,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Mills,
June of 44,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.