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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 The Victims to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Cluster,
Steve Hackett,
The Star Department,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Interpol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cybotron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skarface,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Cale,
PIL,
Blake Baxter,
The Vogues,
Brick,
Talk Talk,
The Standells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxette,
Tears for Fears,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter and Kerry,
Eurythmics,
Nas,
Easy Going,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Connie Case,
Animal Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Dead Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Bob Dylan,
Blancmange,
Country Teasers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blues Magoos,
Deakin,
Nick Fraelich,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roger Hodgson,
Radio Birdman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra,
Albert Ayler,
World's Most,
The Motions,
The Modern Lovers,
Spoonie Gee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warsaw,
Juan Atkins,
Neu!,
Gabor Szabo,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Angels of Light,
The Fuzztones,
Gichy Dan,
David Axelrod,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.