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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Letta Mbulu to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Rosa Yemen,
Dave Gahan,
Minutemen,
The Walker Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grey Daturas,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
Q65,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Bourne,
Underground Resistance,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pretty Things,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Bananas,
Archie Shepp,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Tremeloes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Style,
Von Mondo,
Trumans Water,
The Invisible,
The Litter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Don Cherry,
One Last Wish,
The Monks,
Los Fastidios,
The Doors,
The Barracudas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry's Kids,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Davy DMX,
Brick,
Eric Dolphy,
New York Dolls,
Camouflage,
Chrome,
The Real Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Pylon,
Joe Smooth,
Black Flag,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers,
Eli Mardock,
Pere Ubu,
Steve Hackett,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.