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 Namibia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the crunk 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Television,
Robert Hood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nik Kershaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dawn Penn,
Ornette Coleman,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris Corsano,
JFA,
Visage,
Camberwell Now,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skaos,
Absolute Body Control,
The Velvet Underground,
Stetsasonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Susan Cadogan,
The United States of America,
Stiv Bators,
Scrapy,
Scientists,
Supertramp,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pop Group,
The American Breed,
Erasure,
The Gladiators,
Theoretical Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Neon Judgement,
Minutemen,
The Barracudas,
Au Pairs,
The Mummies,
Jerry's Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minor Threat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Khruangbin,
Nico,
The Raincoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tres Demented,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vainqueur,
John Foxx,
Kayak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soulsonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faust,
Bill Wells,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gories,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.