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 Rwanda and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Kayak,
Q65,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yaz,
The Neon Judgement,
Mandrill,
Flash Fearless,
Hashim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harmonia,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wally Richardson,
Amazonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultimate Spinach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-101,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aloha Tigers,
Howard Jones,
Q and Not U,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Trumans Water,
Circle Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crime,
The Gories,
Joyce Sims,
Terry Callier,
Tom Boy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gichy Dan,
kango's stein massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlback,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sound,
Audionom,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magazine,
Erykah Badu,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Star Department,
UT,
Johnny Clarke,
Skaos,
Motorama,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers,
Can,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.