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 Lebanon and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camberwell Now 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '50s 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 The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Lyres,
The Human League,
Japan,
Ken Boothe,
Black Sheep,
H. Thieme,
The Smoke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultra Naté,
The Dirtbombs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Boredoms,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
AZ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Archie Shepp,
Average White Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Lydon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Absolute Body Control,
Panda Bear,
Spoonie Gee,
Erykah Badu,
Crash Course in Science,
JFA,
Los Fastidios,
The Mojo Men,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sex Pistols,
Skriet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy Collins,
Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marine Girls,
X-101,
Pagans,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Terry,
Bauhaus,
Television,
Bob Dylan,
The Neon Judgement,
Albert Ayler,
Sam Rivers,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.