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 Netherlands and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bill Near to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Fela Kuti,
Suicide,
Warren Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pretty Things,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Clear Light,
Marc Almond,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultra Naté,
The Star Department,
Stiv Bators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Crime,
The Music Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Negative Approach,
Nirvana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Green,
Nation of Ulysses,
Danielle Patucci,
kango's stein massive,
Gong,
Albert Ayler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Motorama,
The Busters,
The Fortunes,
Dennis Brown,
48th St. Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pere Ubu,
Malaria!,
Bobby Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Smog,
Ronnie Foster,
Yellowson,
Visage,
Arthur Verocai,
The Searchers,
Pulsallama,
Ituana,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Style,
Sight & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.