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 Czech Republic and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille 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 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 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 Altered Images to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Bob Dylan,
Flash Fearless,
The Last Poets,
Fugazi,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Invisible,
Soft Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Suburban Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Tim Buckley,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Germs,
Scrapy,
The Beau Brummels,
Stetsasonic,
Faraquet,
the Association,
Lalo Schifrin,
Freddie Wadling,
Masters at Work,
Public Enemy,
Nico,
Quando Quango,
Wire,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gap Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispy Ambulance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Dolphy,
Maurizio,
Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scion,
Basic Channel,
The Real Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Stooges,
Faust,
Rapeman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Victims,
The Music Machine,
Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rosa Yemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
La Düsseldorf,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.