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 Vietnam and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Hasil Adkins to the punk 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Rites of Spring,
Bauhaus,
The Star Department,
Dave Gahan,
Qualms,
Neil Young,
The Black Dice,
Inner City,
Drexciya,
Animal Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker,
The Residents,
Iggy Pop,
David McCallum,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joey Negro,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fire Engines,
June of 44,
Quando Quango,
The Names,
The Toasters,
Tears for Fears,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kenny Larkin,
Au Pairs,
the Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moebius,
The Sound,
Das Ding,
June Days,
Jawbox,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gories,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Talk Talk,
The Neon Judgement,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Altered Images,
Lower 48,
Infiniti,
Vainqueur,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pere Ubu,
Chris Corsano,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Evens,
the Association,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.