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 Turkmenistan and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Minny Pops to the electroclash 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Bob Dylan,
Donny Hathaway,
Television,
World's Most,
Boredoms,
Goldenarms,
Don Cherry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Y Pants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Judy Mowatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cowsills,
The United States of America,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-Ray Spex,
Junior Murvin,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gories,
Slick Rick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Japan,
The Dead C,
Swell Maps,
Silicon Teens,
Fluxion,
The Star Department,
These Immortal Souls,
Skaos,
Rosa Yemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Brick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Terry,
John Lydon,
D'Angelo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Metal Thangz,
Davy DMX,
the Sonics,
Qualms,
Kerri Chandler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nik Kershaw,
Bluetip,
The Techniques,
Aloha Tigers,
Eden Ahbez,
Television Personalities,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.