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 Peru and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Todd Rundgren to the disco 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
10cc,
Swans,
Quando Quango,
Davy DMX,
R.M.O.,
Judy Mowatt,
Eli Mardock,
Ultra Naté,
Bob Dylan,
T. Rex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Junior Murvin,
Guru Guru,
The Beau Brummels,
Howard Jones,
Fatback Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
X-102,
Roy Ayers,
Suburban Knight,
The Litter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fela Kuti,
UT,
This Heat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Leonard Cohen,
Simply Red,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Sonic Youth,
Surgeon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fall,
The Count Five,
Duran Duran,
Aswad,
La Düsseldorf,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül II,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry's Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minny Pops,
Main Source,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cowsills,
The Happenings,
Spandau Ballet,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.