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 Jordan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Litter to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Copeland,
The Standells,
OOIOO,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mark Hollis,
The Associates,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gories,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Intrusion,
Dual Sessions,
Fatback Band,
Roxette,
The Gap Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Massinfluence,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Flag,
June Days,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pulsallama,
Basic Channel,
The Techniques,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
Hot Snakes,
The Slackers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül II,
Rosa Yemen,
Quadrant,
Maurizio,
Dark Day,
Glenn Branca,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gichy Dan,
Talk Talk,
The Searchers,
Whodini,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-102,
Cybotron,
Aswad,
Lou Reed,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Five Americans,
Barry Ungar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Max Romeo,
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.