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 Bahrain and from Halifax.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Offenders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Harry Pussy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Womack,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camouflage,
Soul II Soul,
Clear Light,
Dawn Penn,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barry Ungar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris & Cosey,
Lyres,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Schoolly D,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fela Kuti,
Second Layer,
The Invisible,
Subhumans,
Warren Ellis,
Das Ding,
The Mummies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MDC,
The Saints,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fugs,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Von Mondo,
kango's stein massive,
Hot Snakes,
Funkadelic,
Au Pairs,
Leonard Cohen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thompson Twins,
Chris Corsano,
The Standells,
Albert Ayler,
Little Man,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry's Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Boredoms,
Mr. Review,
Ohio Players,
Chrome,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Machine,
B.T. Express,
Kaleidoscope,
Skarface,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rapeman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.