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 Mauritania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hardrive to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiohead,
Scientists,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eli Mardock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker,
Buzzcocks,
Little Man,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Last Poets,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ohio Players,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
These Immortal Souls,
Judy Mowatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wire,
X-102,
Sun City Girls,
Livin' Joy,
The Cowsills,
Gang Green,
The Moleskins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kas Product,
In Retrospect,
The Slackers,
The Leaves,
Yellowson,
The Fall,
Dennis Brown,
EPMD,
The J.B.'s,
China Crisis,
The Selecter,
David McCallum,
Unrelated Segments,
The Angels of Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stereo Dub,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dark Day,
Excepter,
The Red Krayola,
Angry Samoans,
Juan Atkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skarface,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Main Source,
Mission of Burma,
Simply Red,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.