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 Cameroon and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 The Kinks to the rock 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 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?
Throbbing Gristle,
Tres Demented,
Lower 48,
Hardrive,
Terry Callier,
Con Funk Shun,
Marine Girls,
Bill Wells,
Blancmange,
Barrington Levy,
Q and Not U,
Unrelated Segments,
Roger Hodgson,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dave Clark Five,
Japan,
The Motions,
Television Personalities,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wolf Eyes,
Delta 5,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blackbyrds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rufus Thomas,
Warren Ellis,
Motorama,
David McCallum,
Brick,
Sex Pistols,
The Invisible,
cv313,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül II,
Alphaville,
Joyce Sims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Slave,
Groovy Waters,
The Pretty Things,
Albert Ayler,
The Offenders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dead Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick May,
The Monochrome Set,
Stetsasonic,
UT,
Excepter,
Alison Limerick,
Aaron Thompson,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.