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 Bolivia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Liliput to the grunge 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Connie Case,
Gang of Four,
Silicon Teens,
Ituana,
The Fortunes,
Delta 5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
June of 44,
Joensuu 1685,
Fat Boys,
Moby Grape,
New Order,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Toasters,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Halsall,
B.T. Express,
Cluster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roger Hodgson,
H. Thieme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Inner City,
Loose Ends,
Metal Thangz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young,
A Certain Ratio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Popol Vuh,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Green,
The Residents,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minutemen,
Kerri Chandler,
New York Dolls,
Man Parrish,
The New Christs,
The Sonics,
Wings,
Marmalade,
Excepter,
The Star Department,
Pantaleimon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.