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 Chile and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Freddie Wadling to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Fugs,
Nik Kershaw,
MDC,
The Star Department,
Organ,
Connie Case,
Shoche,
Prince Buster,
Brothers Johnson,
Swell Maps,
DJ Style,
Ronan,
Bootsy Collins,
Motorama,
Andrew Hill,
Sugar Minott,
Mars,
Main Source,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Stooges,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aural Exciters,
Fatback Band,
Deakin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moebius,
L. Decosne,
Surgeon,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Sarah Menescal,
Marine Girls,
The Motions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Schoolly D,
Steve Hackett,
Mark Hollis,
The Skatalites,
Chris Corsano,
Q65,
Pole,
Icehouse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Y Pants,
China Crisis,
Wally Richardson,
the Germs,
Masters at Work,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hot Snakes,
The Victims,
Fat Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-Ray Spex,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aswad,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABBA,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.