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 Lebanon and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Reagan Youth to the dance 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Eve St. Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ossler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monks,
Outsiders,
Delta 5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Hill,
the Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Pole,
David McCallum,
Joensuu 1685,
Pere Ubu,
Sparks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
James White and The Blacks,
Gabor Szabo,
Junior Murvin,
Barrington Levy,
Sun City Girls,
Surgeon,
The Dead C,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
EPMD,
Neil Young,
Agent Orange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kas Product,
Oblivians,
Adolescents,
Accadde A,
Khruangbin,
Tom Boy,
June Days,
The Count Five,
Livin' Joy,
Alison Limerick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dave Gahan,
Quantec,
Stetsasonic,
The Fugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Slick Rick,
The Victims,
Nas,
E-Dancer,
Moebius,
Minutemen,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.