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 Guinea-Bissau and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bootsy Collins to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Womack,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
Ossler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalann,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Names,
The Misunderstood,
China Crisis,
Marmalade,
The Happenings,
B.T. Express,
Sister Nancy,
Bush Tetras,
In Retrospect,
Lightning Bolt,
Slick Rick,
Urselle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantytec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
Josef K,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Echospace,
Niagra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
The Raincoats,
Yazoo,
These Immortal Souls,
Arab on Radar,
The Cowsills,
Porter Ricks,
Piero Umiliani,
Bauhaus,
Darondo,
Tres Demented,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
48th St. Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Fad Gadget,
Simply Red,
Bluetip,
Depeche Mode,
Chris & Cosey,
Neu!,
Blancmange,
World's Most,
the Fania All-Stars,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.