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 Austria and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Joe Finger to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
MC5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masters at Work,
Guru Guru,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick May,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joensuu 1685,
Warsaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dead Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oneida,
June Days,
Procol Harum,
Crispy Ambulance,
Supertramp,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Buckinghams,
Thee Headcoats,
Tommy Roe,
Scion,
Robert Görl,
Ice-T,
Hot Snakes,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fugs,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare,
Max Romeo,
Skriet,
The Tremeloes,
Kerri Chandler,
Connie Case,
Make Up,
The Walker Brothers,
Joy Division,
Rufus Thomas,
K-Klass,
Al Stewart,
MDC,
FM Einheit,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra,
Moebius,
H. Thieme,
Slave,
Jacques Brel,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.