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 Georgia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Blossom Toes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
UT,
June of 44,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Talk Talk,
FM Einheit,
Deepchord,
Lower 48,
Radio Birdman,
The Black Dice,
Jandek,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacob Miller,
Underground Resistance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
R.M.O.,
Fat Boys,
Camberwell Now,
The Wake,
The Barracudas,
Harpers Bizarre,
MDC,
The Slits,
Sister Nancy,
The Cramps,
Dead Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lindisfarne,
ABC,
June Days,
Toni Rubio,
Henry Cow,
Shoche,
Bob Dylan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Symarip,
The Detroit Cobras,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Dolphy,
Bluetip,
H. Thieme,
Vainqueur,
Alice Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
The Fugs,
Nico,
Fugazi,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerrie Biddell,
Simply Red,
The Residents,
Alphaville,
This Heat,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cal Tjader,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.