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 Iceland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grunge 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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?
The Gories,
Nirvana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Al Stewart,
X-Ray Spex,
Saccharine Trust,
Bush Tetras,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Womack,
Shoche,
Archie Shepp,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Hood,
Tears for Fears,
Janne Schatter,
Ponytail,
Inner City,
Skriet,
Piero Umiliani,
The Walker Brothers,
Agent Orange,
B.T. Express,
John Cale,
Scott Walker,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Enemy,
The Red Krayola,
Dave Gahan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Make Up,
Scrapy,
David Axelrod,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minutemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unrelated Segments,
Funky Four + One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
EPMD,
Banda Bassotti,
Quando Quango,
Nils Olav,
Bluetip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crooked Eye,
Dennis Brown,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Depeche Mode,
Rotary Connection,
Soul II Soul,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
D'Angelo,
Bad Manners,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.