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 Cuba and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed to the dance 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Cramps,
Heaven 17,
Colin Newman,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare,
Neu!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Max Romeo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Inner City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeru the Damaja,
F. McDonald,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Almond,
Alton Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
Bad Manners,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Niagra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
This Heat,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wasted Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Pole,
Althea and Donna,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick Morgan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
David Axelrod,
Eddi Front,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MC5,
Iggy Pop,
The Skatalites,
The Associates,
The Move,
Matthew Bourne,
Delta 5,
The Martian,
James White and The Blacks,
Joy Division,
Deadbeat,
Danielle Patucci,
Anakelly,
Stiv Bators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rapeman,
Chrome,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lower 48,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Litter,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.