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 Iraq and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Cymande to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Yaz,
T.S.O.L.,
Angry Samoans,
The Grass Roots,
Slick Rick,
Fugazi,
Gichy Dan,
Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Average White Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Connie Case,
Pylon,
Vainqueur,
The Modern Lovers,
Cheater Slicks,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül,
The Selecter,
Metal Thangz,
Ronan,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Hill,
The Gories,
Marc Almond,
Severed Heads,
DJ Style,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonic Youth,
Zapp,
Lalann,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Joe & The Fish,
10cc,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skriet,
the Human League,
The Cure,
Mantronix,
The Velvet Underground,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Invisible,
Theoretical Girls,
Fela Kuti,
The Monochrome Set,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ponytail,
Banda Bassotti,
David Bowie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.