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 Gambia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 DJ Style to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Das Ding,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sonics,
The Sound,
the Germs,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Whodini,
Black Bananas,
Negative Approach,
Blake Baxter,
Boz Scaggs,
Little Man,
Robert Hood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Graham Central Station,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blues Magoos,
the Bar-Kays,
Delon & Dalcan,
Groovy Waters,
Danielle Patucci,
Lucky Dragons,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mummies,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül II,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cluster,
Eden Ahbez,
Unwound,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aloha Tigers,
These Immortal Souls,
Tommy Roe,
Darondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yellowson,
Slick Rick,
Cal Tjader,
Maleditus Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The New Christs,
Ronnie Foster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Model 500,
Livin' Joy,
Amazonics,
Blancmange,
MDC,
The Monochrome Set,
Television,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.