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 Serbia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
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 marimba 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 UT to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
L. Decosne,
Nick Fraelich,
Minor Threat,
The Motions,
B.T. Express,
The Evens,
Theoretical Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dennis Brown,
Reagan Youth,
Average White Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Audionom,
Chris Corsano,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minny Pops,
48th St. Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Graham Central Station,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Womack,
Neu!,
Lindisfarne,
The Smiths,
Lyres,
Chrome,
Kayak,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Zeros,
Parry Music,
Flash Fearless,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
UT,
T. Rex,
The Techniques,
Pylon,
Stetsasonic,
Technova,
The Martian,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick May,
The Fall,
David Bowie,
Robert Görl,
Scientists,
The Cramps,
The Standells,
The Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Human League,
David Axelrod,
Kerri Chandler,
Siglo XX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.