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 Austria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the jazz 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dead Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul II Soul,
Erasure,
Wire,
DJ Sneak,
Minny Pops,
The Gories,
Sarah Menescal,
The Vogues,
Babytalk,
Jandek,
Moss Icon,
One Last Wish,
Accadde A,
David McCallum,
Janne Schatter,
Simply Red,
The Buckinghams,
The Mojo Men,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warren Ellis,
Qualms,
Royal Trux,
Peter and Kerry,
Eden Ahbez,
Shuggie Otis,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy Collins,
Don Cherry,
Scion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Niagra,
Roxette,
U.S. Maple,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monolake,
The Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
Dave Gahan,
Blake Baxter,
Ronan,
Aural Exciters,
Neu!,
Albert Ayler,
Deadbeat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Parry Music,
Kenny Larkin,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang On A Can,
Hoover,
Mr. Review,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mars,
Yellowson,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.