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 Australia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Delta 5 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Max Romeo,
John Foxx,
Althea and Donna,
The Gladiators,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gories,
The Divine Comedy,
The Modern Lovers,
Section 25,
Fela Kuti,
Michelle Simonal,
Unwound,
The Dead C,
Warsaw,
Ronnie Foster,
Silicon Teens,
The Blackbyrds,
Das Ding,
Scan 7,
Arthur Verocai,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Youth Brigade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Enemy,
Los Fastidios,
The Black Dice,
Swell Maps,
Don Cherry,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
New York Dolls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tres Demented,
Lyres,
Drexciya,
K-Klass,
Fluxion,
T. Rex,
Crime,
Sparks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aloha Tigers,
Prince Buster,
Unrelated Segments,
Tim Buckley,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Cell,
The Human League,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter and Kerry,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Con Funk Shun,
Circle Jerks,
Shoche,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.