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 Kyrgyzstan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Arthur Verocai to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Au Pairs,
Robert Görl,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hardrive,
Archie Shepp,
Japan,
Kas Product,
Neu!,
Reagan Youth,
Shoche,
The Barracudas,
The Golliwogs,
Half Japanese,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donald Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Raincoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joyce Sims,
The Blackbyrds,
Echospace,
China Crisis,
Mad Mike,
Minny Pops,
Eric Copeland,
Das Ding,
Sight & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
New Age Steppers,
Ponytail,
Scan 7,
Bauhaus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marine Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry's Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monochrome Set,
Yusef Lateef,
Darondo,
David Bowie,
Bill Near,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Last Poets,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacob Miller,
Harpers Bizarre,
Porter Ricks,
The Gories,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun City Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Charles Mingus,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.