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 Albania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Drexciya,
Liliput,
Y Pants,
Can,
Harry Pussy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pussy Galore,
Main Source,
Tres Demented,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Wells,
T. Rex,
Lower 48,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharoah Sanders,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiohead,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minny Pops,
Eli Mardock,
The Grass Roots,
Aaron Thompson,
Davy DMX,
The Real Kids,
Interpol,
Josef K,
Joey Negro,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Copeland,
Black Moon,
The Busters,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül II,
OOIOO,
Aural Exciters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Juan Atkins,
John Cale,
The Star Department,
Funkadelic,
Ultra Naté,
Nico,
Sandy B,
Nas,
Sun City Girls,
The Last Poets,
Mantronix,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Christie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacob Miller,
The Cure,
Los Fastidios,
Roxette,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.