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 Slovakia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mad Mike to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Trumans Water,
Roger Hodgson,
Howard Jones,
Faraquet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Livin' Joy,
The New Christs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Funkadelic,
Essential Logic,
The Vogues,
Michelle Simonal,
Toni Rubio,
Parry Music,
Rod Modell,
a-ha,
La Düsseldorf,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Ten City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radio Birdman,
Franke,
Q65,
The Gladiators,
Radiopuhelimet,
The J.B.'s,
The Seeds,
Oneida,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fortunes,
Minutemen,
the Slits,
Kas Product,
Goldenarms,
Jacob Miller,
The Walker Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Maurizio,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Sneak,
Fluxion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Eve St. Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerri Chandler,
The Associates,
Ohio Players,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.