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 Belgium and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sandy B,
Chrome,
The Residents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fire Engines,
Excepter,
R.M.O.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
AZ,
D'Angelo,
The Monks,
Magazine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Count Five,
Sun City Girls,
The American Breed,
Livin' Joy,
Nico,
E-Dancer,
Fear,
The Evens,
Max Romeo,
Clear Light,
Bush Tetras,
Popol Vuh,
The Searchers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scientists,
Ohio Players,
Second Layer,
Gang Starr,
Brand Nubian,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Association,
Gabor Szabo,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Darondo,
the Bar-Kays,
Ossler,
Franke,
Drexciya,
The Busters,
The Leaves,
Hot Snakes,
Terry Callier,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eurythmics,
Bauhaus,
Monolake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Roxette,
Black Pus,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.