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 Croatia and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Slits to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Stiv Bators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
The American Breed,
Rites of Spring,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Model 500,
Cybotron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed,
MDC,
Outsiders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joensuu 1685,
The Stooges,
The Dirtbombs,
Patti Smith,
The Cure,
Quantec,
Henry Cow,
The Pretty Things,
Los Fastidios,
Sex Pistols,
Nils Olav,
Q65,
Delon & Dalcan,
Laurel Aitken,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sixth Finger,
Little Man,
Grauzone,
Banda Bassotti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delta 5,
Neu!,
Archie Shepp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Piero Umiliani,
Alphaville,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Coltrane,
Magazine,
The Doors,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Youth Brigade,
Gichy Dan,
Procol Harum,
The Happenings,
Visage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Red Krayola,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.