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 Ghana and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Theoretical Girls to the punk 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Gong,
Cecil Taylor,
Main Source,
The Fugs,
Accadde A,
Moby Grape,
Joyce Sims,
48th St. Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Public Enemy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Cale,
The United States of America,
Scion,
The Busters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Groovy Waters,
Intrusion,
Whodini,
Cymande,
Bill Near,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ossler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tommy Roe,
Nik Kershaw,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gun Club,
The Star Department,
Funkadelic,
Dave Gahan,
The Dead C,
Panda Bear,
The Martian,
The New Christs,
The Sound,
CMW,
The American Breed,
The Black Dice,
Rod Modell,
Gang of Four,
Chris & Cosey,
Dual Sessions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Germs,
Howard Jones,
June of 44,
The Barracudas,
X-Ray Spex,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Clarke,
Livin' Joy,
Al Stewart,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scrapy,
Todd Terry,
Masters at Work,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.