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 Uganda and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cameo to the crunk 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Modern Lovers,
Albert Ayler,
Aswad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Henry Cow,
Marvin Gaye,
Siglo XX,
Bill Near,
Alison Limerick,
The Trojans,
Flipper,
The Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Japan,
Shoche,
Darondo,
Subhumans,
Ronnie Foster,
Rekid,
Warren Ellis,
Hoover,
Spoonie Gee,
Excepter,
Nas,
X-102,
Ornette Coleman,
The Black Dice,
R.M.O.,
Aural Exciters,
Lyres,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Sneak,
Cameo,
Blake Baxter,
The Victims,
Black Pus,
Jeff Mills,
New Order,
OOIOO,
Visage,
Lungfish,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Real Kids,
Fear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Circle Jerks,
Pole,
The Gap Band,
Depeche Mode,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scan 7,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Names,
Idris Muhammad,
Simply Red,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.