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 Comoros and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grey Daturas to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Babytalk,
Minor Threat,
Drive Like Jehu,
This Heat,
Dawn Penn,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rekid,
Depeche Mode,
New York Dolls,
Slave,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Mills,
F. McDonald,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gap Band,
Drexciya,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantaleimon,
The Walker Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronnie Foster,
Glenn Branca,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Association,
Marine Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Skaos,
CMW,
Danielle Patucci,
The Vogues,
The Kinks,
The Buckinghams,
The Golliwogs,
E-Dancer,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donny Hathaway,
Steve Hackett,
Lungfish,
Wasted Youth,
Niagra,
Soul II Soul,
Minutemen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
KRS-One,
Freddie Wadling,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Wells,
Crime,
La Düsseldorf,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fortunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Can,
Blake Baxter,
The Neon Judgement,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.