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 Rwanda and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New York Dolls to the dance 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q and Not U,
Toni Rubio,
Barrington Levy,
UT,
The Fire Engines,
Gong,
Procol Harum,
China Crisis,
The Evens,
Radiohead,
Barbara Tucker,
Sparks,
The J.B.'s,
Reagan Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Mad Mike,
Q65,
Harry Pussy,
Public Enemy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Negative Approach,
Unrelated Segments,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Trojans,
Pantaleimon,
the Fania All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Finger,
The Move,
Black Moon,
Bush Tetras,
Slick Rick,
The Buckinghams,
The Fuzztones,
Juan Atkins,
Deepchord,
Audionom,
Dave Gahan,
Janne Schatter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Motorama,
Barclay James Harvest,
Don Cherry,
Lou Christie,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül,
The Red Krayola,
B.T. Express,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Das Ding,
The Invisible,
Franke,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.