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 Brazil and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 ABBA to the jazz 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Copeland,
Fugazi,
Stockholm Monsters,
Little Man,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harry Pussy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moebius,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barrington Levy,
James White and The Blacks,
Half Japanese,
Duran Duran,
X-101,
10cc,
Jacques Brel,
The Knickerbockers,
Connie Case,
David Axelrod,
Soft Machine,
Average White Band,
David Bowie,
Susan Cadogan,
Quantec,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scientists,
Deadbeat,
China Crisis,
The Cure,
LL Cool J,
kango's stein massive,
The Doors,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shoche,
The Neon Judgement,
The Golliwogs,
Black Pus,
MC5,
Silicon Teens,
Iggy Pop,
Talk Talk,
Henry Cow,
MDC,
The Slits,
Second Layer,
The Human League,
Babytalk,
Bobby Sherman,
Parry Music,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
Radiohead,
Slave,
Minor Threat,
Radio Birdman,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.