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 Poland and from New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Steve Hackett to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Hardrive,
Lightning Bolt,
T.S.O.L.,
David Axelrod,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
Accadde A,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Busters,
Organ,
Jandek,
Agent Orange,
These Immortal Souls,
The Music Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Walker Brothers,
The Evens,
Sonic Youth,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cramps,
Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funkadelic,
Livin' Joy,
Letta Mbulu,
John Holt,
Ice-T,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Section 25,
The Invisible,
Procol Harum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sugar Minott,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Carl Craig,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moby Grape,
Reagan Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cecil Taylor,
T. Rex,
the Germs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Five Americans,
Alton Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camberwell Now,
Unrelated Segments,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bauhaus,
E-Dancer,
Neu!,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.