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 Italy and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 The Fortunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Buzzcocks,
The Techniques,
Morten Harket,
The Fall,
Visage,
New Age Steppers,
Ituana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Associates,
Blake Baxter,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
Kaleidoscope,
Monolake,
The Barracudas,
Eric Copeland,
Minor Threat,
The Wake,
Hoover,
Arthur Verocai,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ohio Players,
Eric Dolphy,
Cameo,
The Selecter,
Qualms,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gap Band,
Alison Limerick,
Second Layer,
Liliput,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kayak,
Stiv Bators,
Skriet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Absolute Body Control,
Deadbeat,
Goldenarms,
Neu!,
Ronnie Foster,
Pere Ubu,
Sugar Minott,
Schoolly D,
Gang of Four,
Deakin,
Faust,
Suburban Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sonics,
New York Dolls,
The Slits,
Negative Approach,
Royal Trux,
MC5,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Association,
The Slackers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.