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 Tunisia and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Dave Gahan to the techno 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Radio Birdman,
Symarip,
Severed Heads,
Albert Ayler,
H. Thieme,
Soft Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultravox,
Rod Modell,
Mr. Review,
Connie Case,
The Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Gichy Dan,
Suburban Knight,
Icehouse,
The Divine Comedy,
Bad Manners,
Au Pairs,
The Skatalites,
Iggy Pop,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arab on Radar,
Maurizio,
Ossler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deadbeat,
The Count Five,
Model 500,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q and Not U,
Aswad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers,
Ponytail,
Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Interpol,
Jerry's Kids,
Loose Ends,
Can,
Organ,
Los Fastidios,
Mantronix,
Derrick Morgan,
Sarah Menescal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Outsiders,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Womack,
Unrelated Segments,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
UT,
The Fugs,
New York Dolls,
a-ha,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.