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 Equatorial Guinea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 48th St. Collective to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
K-Klass,
MDC,
Marc Almond,
Thee Headcoats,
Das Ding,
Gong,
The Red Krayola,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Swans,
The Zeros,
Rosa Yemen,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Holt,
Motorama,
Visage,
New Age Steppers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalann,
Lou Christie,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dave Gahan,
The Stooges,
Q and Not U,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tom Boy,
Eve St. Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Main Source,
Pussy Galore,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Standells,
Cymande,
Bill Wells,
Crime,
Glenn Branca,
X-101,
The Birthday Party,
Excepter,
Section 25,
Bobby Sherman,
Faust,
Bluetip,
Sun City Girls,
Nirvana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marmalade,
Harry Pussy,
Al Stewart,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unwound,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.