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 Solomon Islands and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen 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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Names to the crunk 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brick,
Royal Trux,
Whodini,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aural Exciters,
Sugar Minott,
Malaria!,
Faust,
Amazonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Barry Ungar,
Outsiders,
Robert Görl,
The Raincoats,
Warren Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Au Pairs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mandrill,
Warsaw,
Japan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Al Stewart,
Howard Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tim Buckley,
Rosa Yemen,
ABBA,
Darondo,
Roxy Music,
Negative Approach,
Little Man,
Infiniti,
Henry Cow,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dead C,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Association,
The Kinks,
Todd Rundgren,
F. McDonald,
The Buckinghams,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skaos,
Suicide,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dead Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
EPMD,
Sam Rivers,
Nas,
Scan 7,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.