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 South Sudan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Public Image Ltd. to the disco 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Boredoms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Massinfluence,
Peter and Kerry,
John Holt,
Public Enemy,
Delta 5,
The Durutti Column,
Pussy Galore,
Ohio Players,
Chris Corsano,
Mary Jane Girls,
Section 25,
Tres Demented,
Wings,
DJ Style,
Motorama,
Smog,
The Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skriet,
The Star Department,
Howard Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul II Soul,
The Remains,
Radio Birdman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sam Rivers,
Spoonie Gee,
L. Decosne,
The Leaves,
Excepter,
Duran Duran,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Saints,
T. Rex,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Japan,
Clear Light,
Roger Hodgson,
The Wake,
Bobby Byrd,
Fatback Band,
Magma,
Pulsallama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
Camouflage,
The Moleskins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.