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 Dominica and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Isaac Hayes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Minny Pops,
Thee Headcoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Saccharine Trust,
Brick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ludus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rites of Spring,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donald Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Residents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lakeside,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Max Romeo,
Alphaville,
Joe Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Accadde A,
Al Stewart,
Scion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slick Rick,
David McCallum,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stiv Bators,
Kenny Larkin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June Days,
The Misunderstood,
John Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
PIL,
The Associates,
Sexual Harrassment,
Prince Buster,
The Beau Brummels,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bush Tetras,
Dorothy Ashby,
Colin Newman,
Piero Umiliani,
Faust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roger Hodgson,
Model 500,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Darondo,
Juan Atkins,
Y Pants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quantec,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.