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 San Marino and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Model 500 to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Joy Division,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yellowson,
Bobby Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
Ice-T,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cowsills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jandek,
Leonard Cohen,
Sex Pistols,
Excepter,
Gang Green,
Niagra,
The Beau Brummels,
Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
The J.B.'s,
Second Layer,
Y Pants,
The Standells,
Nirvana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magazine,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boredoms,
Quadrant,
Livin' Joy,
Warsaw,
Black Moon,
Joe Finger,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mojo Men,
Franke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mark Hollis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ken Boothe,
Cecil Taylor,
OOIOO,
Pharoah Sanders,
Guru Guru,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agent Orange,
Arab on Radar,
AZ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mad Mike,
New Age Steppers,
Young Marble Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
R.M.O.,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.