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 Venezuela and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grime 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiohead,
K-Klass,
Donny Hathaway,
Dead Boys,
Ultra Naté,
The Fugs,
Ken Boothe,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül II,
X-101,
Marine Girls,
David Bowie,
Al Stewart,
The Raincoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Parrish,
New Order,
Marvin Gaye,
Harry Pussy,
The Smiths,
Niagra,
Jacob Miller,
Eddi Front,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gichy Dan,
Ossler,
Boredoms,
This Heat,
D'Angelo,
The Busters,
Rod Modell,
Mr. Review,
Sällskapet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pierre Henry,
John Coltrane,
Qualms,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Michelle Simonal,
Young Marble Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Womack,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lungfish,
Sun City Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Max Romeo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry's Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
Babytalk,
Chris & Cosey,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.