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 the UAE and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 The Index to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Moody Blues,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
a-ha,
Ossler,
The Real Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scientists,
Aaron Thompson,
The Victims,
The Smoke,
The Saints,
Radiohead,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Arcadia,
R.M.O.,
Tom Boy,
World's Most,
Metal Thangz,
MC5,
Unwound,
The Durutti Column,
L. Decosne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Agent Orange,
Agitation Free,
Delta 5,
A Certain Ratio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Schoolly D,
Fugazi,
Ultra Naté,
The Evens,
Avey Tare,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Offenders,
Minutemen,
Depeche Mode,
Flash Fearless,
The Fall,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ituana,
The Toasters,
Godley & Creme,
Magma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
Stiv Bators,
The Gap Band,
Grey Daturas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rites of Spring,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.