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 Libya and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 The Count Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agent Orange,
Skriet,
U.S. Maple,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alphaville,
Guru Guru,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Foxx,
Danielle Patucci,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nirvana,
Mo-Dettes,
Oneida,
B.T. Express,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oblivians,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faust,
This Heat,
Mission of Burma,
Fat Boys,
Radiohead,
T.S.O.L.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fear,
The Sonics,
Gang Starr,
The American Breed,
Chris & Cosey,
Brass Construction,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slackers,
Slave,
Ice-T,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-101,
The Litter,
The Grass Roots,
Idris Muhammad,
Q65,
Tommy Roe,
Adolescents,
Ituana,
Masters at Work,
48th St. Collective,
10cc,
Shuggie Otis,
Hasil Adkins,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.