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 Equatorial Guinea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Wings to the disco 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
X-101,
Pere Ubu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Five Americans,
Mad Mike,
Fear,
The Evens,
Skarface,
Bang On A Can,
Minutemen,
the Germs,
The Move,
Maleditus Sound,
Accadde A,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Freddie Wadling,
X-Ray Spex,
The New Christs,
Hashim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Wyatt,
CMW,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bronski Beat,
The Neon Judgement,
Iggy Pop,
Glenn Branca,
Organ,
Nik Kershaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Smog,
Letta Mbulu,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Panda Bear,
Cybotron,
The Black Dice,
Suburban Knight,
Au Pairs,
Magazine,
The Tremeloes,
Little Man,
Barbara Tucker,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
Drexciya,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Intrusion,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.