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 Marshall Islands and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Technova to the crunk 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
the Association,
Audionom,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick Morgan,
K-Klass,
Little Man,
Aaron Thompson,
Minor Threat,
Dave Gahan,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Vogues,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang of Four,
Camouflage,
ABBA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barry Ungar,
The Skatalites,
Hot Snakes,
Mo-Dettes,
Dawn Penn,
EPMD,
Bootsy Collins,
Marmalade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Outsiders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skaos,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grey Daturas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Happenings,
Masters at Work,
Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Surgeon,
Colin Newman,
Piero Umiliani,
The Evens,
Scientists,
The Remains,
Kas Product,
Glenn Branca,
Don Cherry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ossler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sandy B,
Barbara Tucker,
Eden Ahbez,
Massinfluence,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Finger,
Excepter,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.