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 Seychelles and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Maurizio to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Laurel Aitken,
The Last Poets,
Scan 7,
Rites of Spring,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dawn Penn,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wally Richardson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Popol Vuh,
Ornette Coleman,
The Offenders,
Pylon,
Excepter,
Morten Harket,
Fugazi,
Magma,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Skatalites,
Mo-Dettes,
Moebius,
These Immortal Souls,
The Walker Brothers,
10cc,
Kas Product,
Minny Pops,
Graham Central Station,
Mission of Burma,
Arthur Verocai,
The Searchers,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tubeway Army,
The Associates,
The Wake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vladislav Delay,
Banda Bassotti,
Interpol,
The Mummies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Halsall,
The Victims,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Pus,
Lakeside,
Sarah Menescal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fall,
The Blackbyrds,
Boogie Down Productions,
This Heat,
Sound Behaviour,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Archie Shepp,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.