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 Portugal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Sixth Finger to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monochrome Set,
Trumans Water,
JFA,
Black Sheep,
Camouflage,
The Dead C,
The Gap Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Crime,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed,
Al Stewart,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eden Ahbez,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Görl,
The Standells,
MC5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sight & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Modern Lovers,
Prince Buster,
The Barracudas,
Massinfluence,
Duran Duran,
Brothers Johnson,
Colin Newman,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Green,
Arcadia,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Flag,
Urselle,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suburban Knight,
The Associates,
China Crisis,
Funky Four + One,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Move,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Names,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yaz,
Grauzone,
Charles Mingus,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moody Blues,
Agitation Free,
Siglo XX,
Mantronix,
The Zeros,
Average White Band,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.