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 Mexico and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Surgeon to the rock 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Evens,
The Walker Brothers,
CMW,
The Monks,
Sandy B,
Lower 48,
Livin' Joy,
Chrome,
Malaria!,
Absolute Body Control,
Scrapy,
a-ha,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sound,
The Motions,
Fad Gadget,
Harmonia,
Basic Channel,
Rod Modell,
Wire,
The Gap Band,
Smog,
Graham Central Station,
Excepter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lucky Dragons,
The Human League,
Brass Construction,
Soul II Soul,
Roxy Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Victims,
Lou Christie,
Thee Headcoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-Ray Spex,
Lakeside,
DJ Style,
Erasure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Essential Logic,
Babytalk,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lungfish,
Ultra Naté,
Make Up,
Gichy Dan,
Amazonics,
Altered Images,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.