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 Lithuania and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 X-101 to the crunk 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Funky Four + One,
The Associates,
Black Flag,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scratch Acid,
Glenn Branca,
Josef K,
The Stooges,
Skriet,
The Durutti Column,
Camberwell Now,
Freddie Wadling,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maurizio,
Nirvana,
X-102,
Erasure,
Moebius,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Red Krayola,
Sandy B,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Mills,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cybotron,
Chris Corsano,
Shoche,
Von Mondo,
Camouflage,
Sight & Sound,
Section 25,
The Toasters,
Con Funk Shun,
Dual Sessions,
Massinfluence,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hardrive,
Harmonia,
Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skaos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalann,
The Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
10cc,
Minutemen,
The Vogues,
Boz Scaggs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anakelly,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tom Boy,
H. Thieme,
Skarface,
Dead Boys,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.