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 Ireland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Neil Young to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stiv Bators,
Mark Hollis,
Bad Manners,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Germs,
Joe Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sound,
Henry Cow,
Camouflage,
Erykah Badu,
Moby Grape,
Nico,
Eve St. Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Make Up,
Deepchord,
Ponytail,
John Foxx,
Sight & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DNA,
Country Teasers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
JFA,
Howard Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tears for Fears,
Rapeman,
Bluetip,
Robert Görl,
Thee Headcoats,
Bob Dylan,
Television,
Amon Düül II,
Outsiders,
B.T. Express,
AZ,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Lynne,
Aloha Tigers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Clear Light,
The Move,
Kayak,
The Evens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Accadde A,
Visage,
Surgeon,
New Order,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.