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 Estonia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Lalann to the punk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delta 5,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
JFA,
Lou Christie,
The Durutti Column,
Terry Callier,
Crooked Eye,
The Gap Band,
Interpol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tom Boy,
OOIOO,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rekid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joey Negro,
Lyres,
Colin Newman,
The Real Kids,
H. Thieme,
Duran Duran,
Angry Samoans,
Blake Baxter,
K-Klass,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gabor Szabo,
Leonard Cohen,
Josef K,
Anakelly,
Patti Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Walker Brothers,
June Days,
Wings,
X-102,
Basic Channel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Motorama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young,
New Order,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Q65,
The United States of America,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang of Four,
Black Pus,
Prince Buster,
Con Funk Shun,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moody Blues,
the Sonics,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.