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 Swaziland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 The Stooges to the electroclash 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Radio Birdman,
Piero Umiliani,
Bob Dylan,
Lyres,
Alton Ellis,
The Selecter,
Sister Nancy,
Reuben Wilson,
Aswad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Groovy Waters,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smoke,
The Gories,
Niagra,
Das Ding,
The Misunderstood,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlback,
Goldenarms,
The Evens,
Black Bananas,
Joensuu 1685,
Q65,
Pagans,
Chrome,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
In Retrospect,
Robert Görl,
Barclay James Harvest,
AZ,
Warsaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visage,
Pantaleimon,
JFA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Divine Comedy,
Sight & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Interpol,
Sixth Finger,
Agitation Free,
Terrestrial Tones,
Young Marble Giants,
Howard Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Count Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Sherman,
Tommy Roe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.