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 Burkina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joe Finger to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q65,
The Kinks,
Popol Vuh,
Ronan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra,
Heaven 17,
Barrington Levy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang On A Can,
Gong,
Howard Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Sugar Minott,
The Smoke,
Glenn Branca,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Section 25,
Moebius,
ABBA,
JFA,
UT,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Clarke,
Q and Not U,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pere Ubu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yazoo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warsaw,
Faraquet,
The Smiths,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Starr,
Byron Stingily,
Adolescents,
PIL,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slackers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Star Department,
Flash Fearless,
Average White Band,
Max Romeo,
Hasil Adkins,
Warren Ellis,
The Cramps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
June Days,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.