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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joe Finger to the rap 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dorothy Ashby,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Modern Lovers,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Vogues,
DJ Sneak,
Dennis Brown,
Outsiders,
Massinfluence,
Joey Negro,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed,
Television,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donald Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Cybotron,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Bourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
The Victims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rod Modell,
Ornette Coleman,
ABC,
New York Dolls,
Accadde A,
The Move,
World's Most,
Subhumans,
Lou Christie,
David McCallum,
Lakeside,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swell Maps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
L. Decosne,
Yellowson,
Fat Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Enemy,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Parrish,
John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Sight & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Das Ding,
Wolf Eyes,
Boredoms,
The Toasters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.