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 Indonesia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sisters of Mercy to the jazz 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camouflage,
Second Layer,
Bush Tetras,
Flash Fearless,
Loose Ends,
Neu!,
World's Most,
Gabor Szabo,
Lakeside,
Pagans,
Bob Dylan,
Sandy B,
Nils Olav,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
Black Bananas,
Yaz,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Residents,
Steve Hackett,
A Flock of Seagulls,
JFA,
Maurizio,
Lower 48,
KRS-One,
The Index,
T. Rex,
Rekid,
Freddie Wadling,
DNA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxy Music,
Malaria!,
The Black Dice,
These Immortal Souls,
This Heat,
Scratch Acid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
F. McDonald,
Janne Schatter,
Darondo,
Whodini,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camberwell Now,
Thee Headcoats,
Wire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-102,
Newcleus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sarah Menescal,
Funkadelic,
A Certain Ratio,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül II,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.