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 Sudan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 JFA to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Zapp,
The Mojo Men,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Intrusion,
Panda Bear,
Peter and Kerry,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Invisible,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Average White Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joyce Sims,
the Bar-Kays,
Henry Cow,
OOIOO,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerri Chandler,
The Motions,
Excepter,
Ohio Players,
L. Decosne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eve St. Jones,
10cc,
Pussy Galore,
Delon & Dalcan,
Darondo,
The Fuzztones,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Hood,
The Zeros,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Martian,
X-101,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yazoo,
Aural Exciters,
The Monks,
Pere Ubu,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharoah Sanders,
Altered Images,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Jeru the Damaja,
The J.B.'s,
Sparks,
Scratch Acid,
Dave Gahan,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.