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 Japan and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Warren Ellis to the rap 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Delon & Dalcan,
James White and The Blacks,
John Lydon,
the Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Yazoo,
Chris & Cosey,
Radio Birdman,
Crime,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Youth Brigade,
The Young Rascals,
The Doors,
Inner City,
Camberwell Now,
Joensuu 1685,
Kayak,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Sherman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cameo,
Eve St. Jones,
Au Pairs,
Nik Kershaw,
The Golliwogs,
T. Rex,
The Smiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Sneak,
EPMD,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-102,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Unwound,
Suicide,
Gang Green,
John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moss Icon,
The Red Krayola,
Essential Logic,
Organ,
Sun Ra,
Quando Quango,
Glenn Branca,
Connie Case,
The Invisible,
Charles Mingus,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Angels of Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronnie Foster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.