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 Syria and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Marvin Gaye to the jazz 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Knickerbockers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Malaria!,
The Invisible,
The Techniques,
Von Mondo,
Radio Birdman,
ABBA,
Crooked Eye,
Monolake,
Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television,
Vainqueur,
Adolescents,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sonics,
Fatback Band,
Agitation Free,
Jawbox,
Matthew Bourne,
Inner City,
Pulsallama,
The Tremeloes,
Neu!,
Archie Shepp,
H. Thieme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marmalade,
Spandau Ballet,
David McCallum,
Das Ding,
Warsaw,
Piero Umiliani,
Boz Scaggs,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Martian,
Brick,
Visage,
Rosa Yemen,
The Leaves,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cowsills,
Eden Ahbez,
X-Ray Spex,
The Litter,
DNA,
Neil Young,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Porter Ricks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.