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 Serbia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Country Teasers to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The J.B.'s,
FM Einheit,
Das Ding,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Babytalk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Skaos,
Brick,
Roy Ayers,
The Leaves,
Franke,
Dave Gahan,
Bronski Beat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Green,
Archie Shepp,
Ponytail,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Qualms,
Toni Rubio,
Rod Modell,
Boz Scaggs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eli Mardock,
Grauzone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang On A Can,
Lindisfarne,
Moebius,
The Fuzztones,
T. Rex,
The Cure,
Sight & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Swell Maps,
The Gories,
Joyce Sims,
Mission of Burma,
The Music Machine,
Crooked Eye,
John Lydon,
AZ,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blues Magoos,
Wings,
Unrelated Segments,
Porter Ricks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minny Pops,
Black Moon,
June of 44,
The Pop Group,
Aaron Thompson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slave,
Carl Craig,
R.M.O.,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.