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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dave Clark Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Lindisfarne,
Arthur Verocai,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter & Gordon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul II Soul,
Dual Sessions,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Association,
Terrestrial Tones,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terry Callier,
The Fugs,
The Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eve St. Jones,
Monks,
Bauhaus,
The Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Howard Jones,
Ultravox,
The Fortunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moleskins,
Zero Boys,
Slave,
Darondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Cluster,
Eurythmics,
Gichy Dan,
B.T. Express,
Neu!,
Wings,
Skarface,
New Order,
The Count Five,
Ponytail,
Isaac Hayes,
Cymande,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Associates,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pretty Things,
Sonic Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
Television,
48th St. Collective,
Fear,
Josef K,
Country Teasers,
Pantytec,
Davy DMX,
Albert Ayler,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.