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 Madagascar and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Depeche Mode,
The Moody Blues,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Au Pairs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blake Baxter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Loose Ends,
Black Sheep,
New Age Steppers,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Copeland,
The Fortunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anakelly,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Teasers,
LL Cool J,
Qualms,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Five Americans,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dirtbombs,
Outsiders,
John Holt,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Raincoats,
The Litter,
Minor Threat,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Christie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Almond,
Chris Corsano,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Victims,
PIL,
The Music Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Barrington Levy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sällskapet,
Yellowson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül II,
Crash Course in Science,
Godley & Creme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vainqueur,
Sparks,
Bobby Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.