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 Ghana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Television Personalities to the dance 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
MDC,
Black Moon,
Loose Ends,
The Vogues,
Boredoms,
The Remains,
John Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Martian,
Tres Demented,
OOIOO,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Rundgren,
Terry Callier,
Pet Shop Boys,
Inner City,
Crime,
Accadde A,
Stockholm Monsters,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brass Construction,
The Smoke,
Flash Fearless,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rotary Connection,
Groovy Waters,
Little Man,
Arcadia,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cowsills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ralphi Rosario,
Toni Rubio,
Metal Thangz,
The Cramps,
DNA,
The Standells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sandy B,
The Beau Brummels,
Connie Case,
Gang Gang Dance,
F. McDonald,
The Last Poets,
Chrome,
Livin' Joy,
Surgeon,
X-102,
The Five Americans,
Skaos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faraquet,
Stiv Bators,
David Axelrod,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.