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 Latvia and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lower 48 to the electroclash 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Don Cherry,
Intrusion,
Danielle Patucci,
Dave Gahan,
Mantronix,
Fat Boys,
Second Layer,
Joensuu 1685,
Brass Construction,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eden Ahbez,
Blake Baxter,
Ice-T,
EPMD,
Barbara Tucker,
Darondo,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visage,
Skarface,
Boredoms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mr. Review,
Joy Division,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DNA,
Donny Hathaway,
John Lydon,
MDC,
Joey Negro,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Ronan,
Agent Orange,
Tres Demented,
Mark Hollis,
Kayak,
Gang of Four,
the Normal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cymande,
Pulsallama,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul II Soul,
Reuben Wilson,
Drexciya,
Eric B and Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Blancmange,
Maleditus Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
The Stooges,
KRS-One,
Lakeside,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.