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 Tonga and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hasil Adkins to the rap 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Colin Newman,
Fatback Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Excepter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Flag,
Ten City,
Sex Pistols,
Silicon Teens,
The Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nico,
H. Thieme,
The Smiths,
Stetsasonic,
Animal Collective,
Skarface,
Cybotron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Con Funk Shun,
Mandrill,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arthur Verocai,
Grey Daturas,
the Slits,
Main Source,
Clear Light,
The Saints,
James White and The Blacks,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra,
Mars,
Cymande,
Ituana,
Wasted Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Susan Cadogan,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doobie Brothers,
Babytalk,
Sparks,
the Bar-Kays,
Deepchord,
The Modern Lovers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
KRS-One,
The Pretty Things,
Davy DMX,
The Standells,
Make Up,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronan,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.