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 Guatemala and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jacques Brel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül,
Section 25,
Ken Boothe,
Zapp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Circle Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Bauhaus,
Schoolly D,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lungfish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Inner City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lyres,
Make Up,
World's Most,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Standells,
Joey Negro,
Masters at Work,
Smog,
Outsiders,
Liliput,
the Association,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Teasers,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wasted Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Subhumans,
Funkadelic,
John Coltrane,
Warsaw,
Quantec,
The Mummies,
Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Robert Hood,
Bad Manners,
Arcadia,
This Heat,
The Leaves,
Whodini,
Drexciya,
Scratch Acid,
Iggy Pop,
Terry Callier,
Lalann,
Model 500,
The Neon Judgement,
Erykah Badu,
Chris Corsano,
Pulsallama,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.