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 Niger and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Funkadelic,
Rekid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television Personalities,
Moebius,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Wake,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lightning Bolt,
Aural Exciters,
Prince Buster,
JFA,
Chrome,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lower 48,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonic Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Franke,
Inner City,
Mark Hollis,
Gang of Four,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cameo,
Maleditus Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T.S.O.L.,
James White and The Blacks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
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Ultimate Spinach,
Darondo,
Derrick Morgan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Saccharine Trust,
Nik Kershaw,
Hardrive,
Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Brothers Johnson,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Mills,
X-102,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Copeland,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker,
The Cramps,
Pantytec,
Arthur Verocai,
Trumans Water,
The Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Five Americans,
John Holt,
Ten City,
Henry Cow,
Mars,
The Gories,
Chris & Cosey,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.