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 Ivory Coast and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Isaac Hayes,
Skarface,
Accadde A,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Morten Harket,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Move,
Das Ding,
Suburban Knight,
The Wake,
JFA,
Marmalade,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Modern Lovers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Barracudas,
The Slackers,
Agitation Free,
Robert Wyatt,
Gichy Dan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
AZ,
Thompson Twins,
MC5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minor Threat,
UT,
Moebius,
Banda Bassotti,
Alison Limerick,
Scan 7,
The Durutti Column,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Sneak,
Black Moon,
Bootsy Collins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare,
Roxy Music,
The Busters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
L. Decosne,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Sherman,
Ornette Coleman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lucky Dragons,
Aural Exciters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kas Product,
Bobby Womack,
Magazine,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantaleimon,
The Techniques,
The Monochrome Set,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.