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 Chile and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Black Flag to the grunge 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Normal,
The Misunderstood,
Black Pus,
The New Christs,
Eve St. Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
Bluetip,
Model 500,
The Walker Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Khruangbin,
Outsiders,
The Dead C,
a-ha,
Scratch Acid,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blues Magoos,
Rites of Spring,
Sparks,
Goldenarms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
FM Einheit,
Loose Ends,
The Skatalites,
The Mummies,
Japan,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Josef K,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
This Heat,
Cybotron,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Sneak,
Lakeside,
Pierre Henry,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers,
Godley & Creme,
The Techniques,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
Freddie Wadling,
Mission of Burma,
Sonic Youth,
Index,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.