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 Nicaragua and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Das Ding to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül II,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxette,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nik Kershaw,
Young Marble Giants,
Section 25,
The Fortunes,
Nas,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Inner City,
Ultra Naté,
Visage,
The Beau Brummels,
EPMD,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kayak,
Agent Orange,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moody Blues,
Warsaw,
Panda Bear,
Blossom Toes,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Womack,
Dark Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Easy Going,
Ornette Coleman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultravox,
Ken Boothe,
Guru Guru,
Fear,
The United States of America,
D'Angelo,
Organ,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Mills,
The Martian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharoah Sanders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Busters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swell Maps,
The Searchers,
Altered Images,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Excepter,
Spandau Ballet,
This Heat,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.