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 Norway and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Holger Czukay 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 New Order to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Mad Mike,
Quantec,
The Pop Group,
Henry Cow,
The Grass Roots,
Thompson Twins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Japan,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Move,
Soul II Soul,
Thee Headcoats,
The New Christs,
Icehouse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
China Crisis,
Franke,
Q65,
Warren Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Symarip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wasted Youth,
Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Association,
The Dead C,
Ice-T,
Masters at Work,
The Flesh Eaters,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra,
The Skatalites,
Wally Richardson,
Young Marble Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Groovy Waters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grauzone,
The Slits,
Slick Rick,
Arthur Verocai,
Sister Nancy,
The Saints,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sex Pistols,
Smog,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vladislav Delay,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiohead,
kango's stein massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Niagra,
Matthew Halsall,
Bauhaus,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.