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 Guyana and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Das Ding to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Archie Shepp,
The Buckinghams,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Model 500,
The Saints,
Pharoah Sanders,
Make Up,
Franke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
Curtis Mayfield,
10cc,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smoke,
The Birthday Party,
Ossler,
Laurel Aitken,
James White and The Blacks,
Con Funk Shun,
Liliput,
Smog,
Man Parrish,
Animal Collective,
Anakelly,
The Fire Engines,
Section 25,
The Pop Group,
The United States of America,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lower 48,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Talk Talk,
Monolake,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pere Ubu,
Roxy Music,
Adolescents,
Mark Hollis,
Mars,
Warsaw,
Essential Logic,
Zero Boys,
China Crisis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DNA,
Gabor Szabo,
Sound Behaviour,
Cecil Taylor,
Siglo XX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
Khruangbin,
Procol Harum,
Underground Resistance,
Wally Richardson,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.