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 St Lucia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Goldenarms to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Curtis Mayfield,
Steve Hackett,
Outsiders,
Ultra Naté,
Marine Girls,
Essential Logic,
Kayak,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cure,
Dennis Brown,
Audionom,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Almond,
The Trojans,
B.T. Express,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Graham Central Station,
The Dirtbombs,
Pylon,
Pantytec,
Minnie Riperton,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Fraelich,
The Raincoats,
Derrick May,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young,
Angry Samoans,
The Blues Magoos,
The Tremeloes,
the Slits,
Qualms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy Collins,
Monolake,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crime,
Kurtis Blow,
Rites of Spring,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül II,
Crooked Eye,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slackers,
In Retrospect,
La Düsseldorf,
Minutemen,
Von Mondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlback,
Susan Cadogan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.