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 Zimbabwe and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rotary Connection to the electroclash 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cramps,
Organ,
Brand Nubian,
New Age Steppers,
Livin' Joy,
Pantaleimon,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed,
Blossom Toes,
DNA,
Eli Mardock,
Unwound,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Sheep,
Pulsallama,
Young Marble Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Davy DMX,
Roger Hodgson,
MC5,
Monolake,
L. Decosne,
Los Fastidios,
Saccharine Trust,
Bronski Beat,
Public Enemy,
Fat Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Von Mondo,
The Raincoats,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oblivians,
Fluxion,
Arthur Verocai,
Youth Brigade,
The Names,
Camberwell Now,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bob Dylan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quantec,
Boredoms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cowsills,
Moss Icon,
Newcleus,
Todd Terry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fatback Band,
Pussy Galore,
Ultravox,
T. Rex,
Crash Course in Science,
The Index,
Bush Tetras,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.