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 Armenia and from London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Roxette to the jazz 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
The Martian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül II,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Pus,
Matthew Halsall,
Ludus,
Lou Christie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Suicide,
Pole,
MDC,
Scrapy,
Funky Four + One,
Albert Ayler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moebius,
Tommy Roe,
Bush Tetras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dark Day,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick Morgan,
Pussy Galore,
John Foxx,
The Victims,
The Offenders,
Audionom,
Mary Jane Girls,
Make Up,
Mantronix,
Ten City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Davy DMX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mojo Men,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul II Soul,
10cc,
China Crisis,
AZ,
The Zeros,
Roxette,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Birthday Party,
These Immortal Souls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James White and The Blacks,
Wire,
Soft Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Gong,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Wake,
The Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.