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 Swaziland and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 H. Thieme to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Q and Not U,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ituana,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moebius,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dead Boys,
Japan,
Make Up,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Inner City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rekid,
Iggy Pop,
Crime,
48th St. Collective,
Infiniti,
Black Flag,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vainqueur,
Ponytail,
Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick May,
The Invisible,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brass Construction,
Mo-Dettes,
Urselle,
The Black Dice,
The Cure,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Green,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deadbeat,
The Fuzztones,
Davy DMX,
Vladislav Delay,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deepchord,
Mark Hollis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronan,
Bob Dylan,
The Doors,
Marmalade,
Wire,
Au Pairs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
The Knickerbockers,
Excepter,
The Techniques,
Theoretical Girls,
Darondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.