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 Somalia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Ituana to the disco 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Idris Muhammad,
Blancmange,
Q and Not U,
Soulsonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Womack,
Nirvana,
Nico,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Al Stewart,
MDC,
Robert Görl,
KRS-One,
Qualms,
Gichy Dan,
Carl Craig,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris Corsano,
Smog,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bauhaus,
Michelle Simonal,
The Barracudas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Five Americans,
Loose Ends,
Dark Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sister Nancy,
Lucky Dragons,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Green,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crash Course in Science,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Misunderstood,
The Doors,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Popol Vuh,
Barrington Levy,
Camouflage,
Make Up,
Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Susan Cadogan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Durutti Column,
Tres Demented,
The Offenders,
DJ Style,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boogie Down Productions,
R.M.O.,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.