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 Canada and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Foxx to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Mo-Dettes,
Bauhaus,
L. Decosne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Traffic Nightmare,
Urselle,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Absolute Body Control,
Fatback Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Rundgren,
China Crisis,
David McCallum,
The Modern Lovers,
Quadrant,
Siglo XX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eden Ahbez,
Model 500,
Josef K,
The Red Krayola,
The Dead C,
Zero Boys,
MDC,
The Motions,
The Fugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Colin Newman,
Peter & Gordon,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camouflage,
Henry Cow,
John Holt,
Pierre Henry,
Eddi Front,
Donald Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Prince Buster,
Bill Near,
Black Moon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fear,
Nils Olav,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxette,
The Remains,
Lucky Dragons,
Livin' Joy,
Ossler,
Man Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
Carl Craig,
The Gladiators,
Bill Wells,
Negative Approach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.