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 Cambodia and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Jeff Mills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Con Funk Shun,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
The Red Krayola,
Steve Hackett,
John Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Sandy B,
Whodini,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dead Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABBA,
The Stooges,
Reuben Wilson,
Organ,
Andrew Hill,
Smog,
The Knickerbockers,
Fugazi,
Groovy Waters,
Toni Rubio,
This Heat,
FM Einheit,
Josef K,
Zero Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
The Count Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harmonia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Normal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Parry Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Idris Muhammad,
AZ,
The Index,
Massinfluence,
Fela Kuti,
The Blackbyrds,
Sixth Finger,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick May,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deakin,
Suburban Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soulsonic Force,
Brick,
The Slits,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.