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 Cameroon and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Todd Rundgren to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maleditus Sound,
Animal Collective,
Sparks,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Fraelich,
Can,
Jandek,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cure,
Liliput,
Fatback Band,
The Trojans,
The Remains,
Fluxion,
Supertramp,
Dual Sessions,
Wire,
Heaven 17,
Sarah Menescal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Junior Murvin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Slits,
Parry Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
Theoretical Girls,
Jawbox,
Quantec,
Swans,
Quadrant,
ABBA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Mills,
T.S.O.L.,
Babytalk,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Excepter,
Crooked Eye,
Altered Images,
Moebius,
Althea and Donna,
Marine Girls,
Popol Vuh,
The Pop Group,
The Barracudas,
Thompson Twins,
New York Dolls,
In Retrospect,
The Buckinghams,
Rod Modell,
Laurel Aitken,
Absolute Body Control,
Chrome,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.