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 Slovenia and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun City Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Schoolly D,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Connie Case,
Public Enemy,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Happenings,
The Smoke,
Stetsasonic,
Crime,
Dave Gahan,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moody Blues,
The Fugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rites of Spring,
The Buckinghams,
Camouflage,
DJ Sneak,
One Last Wish,
Davy DMX,
Delta 5,
Eurythmics,
cv313,
Minutemen,
The Standells,
Bobby Womack,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cymande,
In Retrospect,
Joy Division,
Charles Mingus,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monochrome Set,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sandy B,
Black Bananas,
Smog,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter & Gordon,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Talk Talk,
Sugar Minott,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kas Product,
the Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.