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 Serbia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Womack to the crunk 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick May,
Bill Near,
the Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visage,
Andrew Hill,
The Fortunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun City Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dead C,
Slick Rick,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalann,
Tres Demented,
D'Angelo,
Nirvana,
Fela Kuti,
The Offenders,
The Angels of Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stereo Dub,
The Trojans,
Second Layer,
Wolf Eyes,
Patti Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Bauhaus,
H. Thieme,
Bluetip,
Moby Grape,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultravox,
The Walker Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lower 48,
Junior Murvin,
The Zeros,
Sonny Sharrock,
La Düsseldorf,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cramps,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Boz Scaggs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sam Rivers,
Pylon,
Jandek,
One Last Wish,
Surgeon,
Steve Hackett,
The Dirtbombs,
Organ,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.