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 Congo and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Lynne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Music Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronnie Foster,
Metal Thangz,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cramps,
Bauhaus,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Christie,
Suicide,
Barrington Levy,
B.T. Express,
A Certain Ratio,
Agitation Free,
Half Japanese,
Soft Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Germs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-102,
Magazine,
The Misunderstood,
The Knickerbockers,
Delta 5,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
John Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
Subhumans,
Jeff Mills,
New York Dolls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stereo Dub,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang On A Can,
Toni Rubio,
The Blackbyrds,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Copeland,
The Blues Magoos,
the Human League,
Chrome,
Arab on Radar,
Soulsonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
In Retrospect,
Rites of Spring,
The Gories,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.