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 Uganda and from London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bad Manners to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Cluster,
Camouflage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Half Japanese,
Symarip,
Flash Fearless,
The Real Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
The Stooges,
The Index,
One Last Wish,
Visage,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonic Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ponytail,
Todd Terry,
The Grass Roots,
Malaria!,
48th St. Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bluetip,
Supertramp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Five Americans,
The Smoke,
Radiohead,
Freddie Wadling,
Niagra,
The Wake,
The Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Mission of Burma,
The Star Department,
The Fuzztones,
Harry Pussy,
The Selecter,
Royal Trux,
The Invisible,
Funkadelic,
Zapp,
June Days,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The American Breed,
Oneida,
Franke,
Arcadia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bad Manners,
Man Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Deadbeat,
Zero Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minor Threat,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.