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 Swaziland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Qualms to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Chris Corsano,
Rufus Thomas,
Yellowson,
Rotary Connection,
Supertramp,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thee Headcoats,
Tim Buckley,
Letta Mbulu,
John Holt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magma,
a-ha,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Joy Division,
Fat Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Yaz,
Chrome,
The Real Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T. Rex,
Severed Heads,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Techniques,
Half Japanese,
Camouflage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masters at Work,
New Order,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
E-Dancer,
Pagans,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxy Music,
The Mummies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hardrive,
Marine Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slackers,
The Residents,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
The Evens,
Erykah Badu,
Sixth Finger,
Drexciya,
Blake Baxter,
Technova,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.