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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bill Wells to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Starr,
The Dirtbombs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kenny Larkin,
The Buckinghams,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Bush Tetras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sam Rivers,
The Move,
Motorama,
Avey Tare,
Popol Vuh,
The Angels of Light,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül,
The Knickerbockers,
Nik Kershaw,
Au Pairs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Malaria!,
Intrusion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skaos,
Basic Channel,
Pagans,
Jawbox,
Outsiders,
Sixth Finger,
The Pop Group,
Yusef Lateef,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacques Brel,
Lower 48,
The Standells,
The Barracudas,
Carl Craig,
LL Cool J,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nico,
CMW,
Man Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Green,
Janne Schatter,
The Red Krayola,
Peter and Kerry,
Arab on Radar,
Hasil Adkins,
Youth Brigade,
the Swans,
Scion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Goldenarms,
Ronnie Foster,
This Heat,
The Fugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.