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 France and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt 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?
Radio Birdman,
Zapp,
Rakim,
Crime,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gun Club,
Alison Limerick,
Wings,
Harry Pussy,
Section 25,
Althea and Donna,
The Sonics,
AZ,
Erasure,
Motorama,
the Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Eve St. Jones,
DNA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slackers,
Pussy Galore,
The Trojans,
Ice-T,
Lebanon Hanover,
David McCallum,
One Last Wish,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
In Retrospect,
Michelle Simonal,
This Heat,
Eden Ahbez,
The Detroit Cobras,
Urselle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry's Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Hill,
Deadbeat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Frankie Knuckles,
X-101,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Fraelich,
Wire,
Black Sheep,
Mo-Dettes,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.