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 El Salvador and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Cale to the funk 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Fuzztones,
Guru Guru,
Arthur Verocai,
Mars,
Gang Starr,
Rites of Spring,
Japan,
Tom Boy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ponytail,
One Last Wish,
Nils Olav,
Q and Not U,
Brick,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liliput,
Radio Birdman,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scan 7,
Bang On A Can,
Gong,
Al Stewart,
Dead Boys,
Mad Mike,
Rod Modell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
H. Thieme,
The Wake,
Schoolly D,
The Invisible,
The Human League,
the Human League,
Unwound,
Marc Almond,
Chris Corsano,
Ohio Players,
The Walker Brothers,
Wire,
Malaria!,
Inner City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Second Layer,
Procol Harum,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
AZ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q65,
Talk Talk,
Skarface,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
JFA,
Deepchord,
The J.B.'s,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.