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 United Kingdom and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Juan Atkins to the grunge 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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
10cc,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maurizio,
Hashim,
Todd Terry,
Idris Muhammad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Altered Images,
Royal Trux,
Pylon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sister Nancy,
Thee Headcoats,
Ten City,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Patti Smith,
Don Cherry,
The Gap Band,
Fugazi,
Inner City,
Peter & Gordon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anakelly,
Roxy Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Foxx,
Lebanon Hanover,
Newcleus,
Glenn Branca,
Donald Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Supertramp,
the Human League,
Radiohead,
Hot Snakes,
Ludus,
Fear,
Chrome,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonic Youth,
The Toasters,
Steve Hackett,
Alton Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Near,
Nick Fraelich,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scratch Acid,
Morten Harket,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pop Group,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.