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 Bulgaria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Man Parrish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blackbyrds,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxette,
Johnny Clarke,
Con Funk Shun,
The Tremeloes,
Rites of Spring,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Barry Ungar,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry's Kids,
Yaz,
The Star Department,
Steve Hackett,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sparks,
Zapp,
Agent Orange,
The Wake,
These Immortal Souls,
E-Dancer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Mills,
Urselle,
Franke,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fall,
Icehouse,
Kerri Chandler,
The Detroit Cobras,
La Düsseldorf,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maurizio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yellowson,
The Kinks,
The Skatalites,
Nico,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tubeway Army,
Roxy Music,
Gichy Dan,
Marvin Gaye,
The Stooges,
The Busters,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Janne Schatter,
Juan Atkins,
Quantec,
Aaron Thompson,
June of 44,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pretty Things,
John Holt,
Brass Construction,
Goldenarms,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.