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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 Young Rascals to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Parry Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bush Tetras,
Fluxion,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare,
10cc,
Lindisfarne,
Metal Thangz,
June of 44,
James Chance & The Contortions,
One Last Wish,
The Moody Blues,
Fat Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wolf Eyes,
Funkadelic,
The Offenders,
Rekid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nico,
John Foxx,
Prince Buster,
Minny Pops,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jawbox,
Marc Almond,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Janne Schatter,
Mo-Dettes,
K-Klass,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unrelated Segments,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jandek,
Shuggie Otis,
The Leaves,
Sound Behaviour,
Nation of Ulysses,
Motorama,
The Names,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soulsonic Force,
The Invisible,
Country Teasers,
In Retrospect,
Eurythmics,
Moebius,
B.T. Express,
Danielle Patucci,
Flash Fearless,
Yazoo,
Duran Duran,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.