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 Kuwait and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Thee Headcoats to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Wells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quantec,
Rosa Yemen,
Shoche,
Soul II Soul,
Skriet,
Tim Buckley,
New Order,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ornette Coleman,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Dolphy,
The Tremeloes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Index,
June Days,
Outsiders,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Stooges,
F. McDonald,
The Beau Brummels,
Tubeway Army,
Parry Music,
The Vogues,
In Retrospect,
the Association,
Brand Nubian,
Unwound,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Standells,
Tres Demented,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The New Christs,
The Cramps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra,
Yusef Lateef,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Das Ding,
Steve Hackett,
Skarface,
Minny Pops,
Arab on Radar,
U.S. Maple,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.