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 Morocco and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Icehouse,
The Dead C,
L. Decosne,
New Order,
Animal Collective,
Wally Richardson,
the Association,
Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Au Pairs,
Derrick Morgan,
Dark Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Leonard Cohen,
Thee Headcoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fall,
Fad Gadget,
Circle Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sight & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quantec,
T. Rex,
Kayak,
Oblivians,
Bill Wells,
Camberwell Now,
Shuggie Otis,
Tubeway Army,
The Searchers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultravox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zapp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bluetip,
Make Up,
Magma,
10cc,
Altered Images,
Sun City Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Tom Boy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maurizio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Buzzcocks,
The Selecter,
Essential Logic,
Country Teasers,
John Coltrane,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.