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 Tanzania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the punk 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Barbara Tucker,
Lindisfarne,
Slick Rick,
Audionom,
Dennis Brown,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Trojans,
Janne Schatter,
JFA,
Banda Bassotti,
Moebius,
New Age Steppers,
Eli Mardock,
Monolake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül II,
Neu!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alison Limerick,
World's Most,
Rapeman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arab on Radar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minny Pops,
The Martian,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Underground Resistance,
Los Fastidios,
Camouflage,
Eddi Front,
Das Ding,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smiths,
The Saints,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bush Tetras,
Infiniti,
MC5,
The Last Poets,
Shuggie Otis,
The Grass Roots,
Gastr Del Sol,
Connie Case,
The Standells,
Liliput,
Niagra,
The Star Department,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ludus,
Grey Daturas,
Y Pants,
Sarah Menescal,
The Skatalites,
Con Funk Shun,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.