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 Canada and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wally Richardson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Half Japanese,
Hasil Adkins,
Alton Ellis,
The Moleskins,
X-102,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ten City,
Marvin Gaye,
John Foxx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Desert Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cure,
the Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
The Five Americans,
Danielle Patucci,
MC5,
The Victims,
The Busters,
Cal Tjader,
Fatback Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Green,
Boredoms,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Hill,
The Index,
Gang Starr,
Section 25,
Lou Reed,
Barbara Tucker,
Dave Gahan,
Kurtis Blow,
Hoover,
Supertramp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funkadelic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amazonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Y Pants,
The Black Dice,
Severed Heads,
Black Sheep,
Skriet,
Tres Demented,
Wasted Youth,
John Lydon,
Infiniti,
Minnie Riperton,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arab on Radar,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Almond,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.