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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Detroit Cobras to the crunk 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Schoolly D,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Axelrod,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Black Dice,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Model 500,
Masters at Work,
David McCallum,
James White and The Blacks,
Scrapy,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun City Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amazonics,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alton Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
the Human League,
Minny Pops,
Kas Product,
The Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agent Orange,
Depeche Mode,
Hardrive,
Metal Thangz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Cale,
Scan 7,
The Trojans,
the Bar-Kays,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stiv Bators,
Maleditus Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tim Buckley,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pagans,
Nils Olav,
Make Up,
Wings,
Brick,
Laurel Aitken,
Banda Bassotti,
The Five Americans,
Lou Christie,
Mad Mike,
The Raincoats,
China Crisis,
Los Fastidios,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.