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 Indonesia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Interpol to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Connie Case,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Pere Ubu,
Brothers Johnson,
Flipper,
Eddi Front,
Fad Gadget,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Last Poets,
Scrapy,
Brass Construction,
L. Decosne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blancmange,
Radiohead,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Skatalites,
Simply Red,
Toni Rubio,
Mark Hollis,
Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harmonia,
Supertramp,
Donald Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
This Heat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mantronix,
Erykah Badu,
Funkadelic,
The Martian,
Young Marble Giants,
Pylon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cramps,
Essential Logic,
Aural Exciters,
Motorama,
Peter and Kerry,
The Durutti Column,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül II,
The Moleskins,
Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monks,
Infiniti,
Model 500,
Neu!,
Oblivians,
Yellowson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.