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 Cameroon and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 AZ to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fluxion,
Todd Rundgren,
Mad Mike,
Crime,
cv313,
the Association,
Yaz,
Black Sheep,
AZ,
Newcleus,
Max Romeo,
Peter & Gordon,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blancmange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiohead,
The Move,
The Litter,
The Moleskins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Maurizio,
a-ha,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Womack,
Yusef Lateef,
Vainqueur,
Niagra,
Dawn Penn,
Technova,
Banda Bassotti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
48th St. Collective,
The Real Kids,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Black Dice,
Urselle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deakin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The New Christs,
La Düsseldorf,
Harry Pussy,
Liliput,
The Busters,
R.M.O.,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Victims,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.