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 Tunisia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Inner City to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
John Foxx,
Barbara Tucker,
David McCallum,
Sonic Youth,
Minny Pops,
Peter & Gordon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Alison Limerick,
Radiohead,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Animal Collective,
Magazine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Last Poets,
Fad Gadget,
Black Flag,
The Blackbyrds,
Moby Grape,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Basic Channel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roger Hodgson,
Lower 48,
One Last Wish,
Aloha Tigers,
The Music Machine,
Blossom Toes,
DNA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ponytail,
Suburban Knight,
Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris Corsano,
The Misunderstood,
Goldenarms,
Barry Ungar,
The Sonics,
OOIOO,
Man Parrish,
JFA,
DJ Sneak,
The Stooges,
Country Teasers,
Wally Richardson,
Easy Going,
The Dave Clark Five,
Qualms,
Pantaleimon,
Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABC,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.