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 Latvia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Scan 7 to the dance 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Television,
Magma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Moon,
Hardrive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minutemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
CMW,
Kas Product,
Das Ding,
Alphaville,
JFA,
the Normal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Womack,
The Shadows of Knight,
Youth Brigade,
Ronan,
The Selecter,
Banda Bassotti,
Maleditus Sound,
Lower 48,
B.T. Express,
The Raincoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick Morgan,
Chrome,
Sixth Finger,
Terry Callier,
Smog,
FM Einheit,
The Fugs,
Roxy Music,
The Human League,
Nas,
World's Most,
Audionom,
DNA,
The Five Americans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television Personalities,
Harmonia,
Donald Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Osbourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brick,
Howard Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Young Marble Giants,
Duran Duran,
Tom Boy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Byron Stingily,
The Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.