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 Tunisia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Pop Group to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
A Certain Ratio,
Supertramp,
Technova,
Tom Boy,
The Blues Magoos,
PIL,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Remains,
La Düsseldorf,
Dual Sessions,
Goldenarms,
Country Teasers,
Warren Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soulsonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gong,
World's Most,
Scott Walker,
Patti Smith,
The Saints,
Fear,
The Residents,
Qualms,
Panda Bear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yaz,
Neu!,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moody Blues,
The Fortunes,
H. Thieme,
Blancmange,
Young Marble Giants,
Bob Dylan,
The Star Department,
Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crooked Eye,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Saccharine Trust,
Joyce Sims,
Organ,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Wyatt,
Altered Images,
The Knickerbockers,
Depeche Mode,
Kenny Larkin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.