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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 Section 25 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Altered Images,
Hot Snakes,
Icehouse,
Sam Rivers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris & Cosey,
Chrome,
Sparks,
The Monochrome Set,
Aswad,
Lyres,
Thompson Twins,
This Heat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lucky Dragons,
Neu!,
The Pop Group,
Panda Bear,
Ken Boothe,
The Happenings,
Skarface,
The Blackbyrds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Accadde A,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soulsonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Audionom,
Guru Guru,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Anakelly,
The Doors,
The Names,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Vogues,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare,
Joey Negro,
Juan Atkins,
Organ,
Metal Thangz,
Moebius,
Rekid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James White and The Blacks,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.