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 Slovenia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Cure to the punk 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Darondo,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Bourne,
Outsiders,
Loose Ends,
Nirvana,
Nik Kershaw,
Visage,
Frankie Knuckles,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
OOIOO,
Gang Green,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultra Naté,
48th St. Collective,
Radiohead,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABBA,
D'Angelo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
Peter & Gordon,
Wolf Eyes,
Bauhaus,
Fat Boys,
Lalann,
Shoche,
Cybotron,
Minor Threat,
Fear,
The Durutti Column,
Wire,
DJ Sneak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Animal Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Normal,
Deadbeat,
The Invisible,
New Order,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oblivians,
Hoover,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Real Kids,
Pussy Galore,
Stiv Bators,
Easy Going,
Jeff Lynne,
Moss Icon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masters at Work,
the Germs,
Quadrant,
Janne Schatter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Toni Rubio,
Negative Approach,
Maurizio,
Leonard Cohen,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.