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 Cyprus and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Suburban Knight to the funk 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Brick,
Todd Terry,
The Vogues,
Nico,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare,
Deepchord,
John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Chrome,
Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visage,
Black Flag,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
T.S.O.L.,
The Leaves,
Kenny Larkin,
Piero Umiliani,
Negative Approach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Adolescents,
New Age Steppers,
John Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
La Düsseldorf,
Alphaville,
Suburban Knight,
Hoover,
Q and Not U,
Dave Gahan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yazoo,
The Wake,
MC5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Mars,
Ludus,
Newcleus,
Barrington Levy,
Spoonie Gee,
Lucky Dragons,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Seeds,
Nirvana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Howard Jones,
The Black Dice,
Carl Craig,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Green,
Cybotron,
Mr. Review,
kango's stein massive,
Al Stewart,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.