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 Venezuela and from London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New York Dolls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
a-ha,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Misunderstood,
Black Bananas,
Tres Demented,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dennis Brown,
Skriet,
Interpol,
Lou Christie,
Arthur Verocai,
Slave,
Ultra Naté,
Agitation Free,
Archie Shepp,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deepchord,
Danielle Patucci,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hoover,
MC5,
Agent Orange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Golliwogs,
The Evens,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare,
Cheater Slicks,
Oblivians,
Das Ding,
Camouflage,
Dead Boys,
The Move,
Alison Limerick,
D'Angelo,
Mo-Dettes,
the Germs,
Outsiders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siglo XX,
The Real Kids,
The Slits,
The Stooges,
Inner City,
Surgeon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Deadbeat,
The Cure,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Lydon,
David Axelrod,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.