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 Senegal 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Amon Düül II to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
D'Angelo,
Blake Baxter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eddi Front,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-101,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Symarip,
Erykah Badu,
Radio Birdman,
Chris & Cosey,
The Victims,
Chris Corsano,
Procol Harum,
T.S.O.L.,
The Wake,
Banda Bassotti,
OOIOO,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television,
Qualms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echospace,
Lungfish,
Underground Resistance,
Siglo XX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Teasers,
Con Funk Shun,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stiv Bators,
Peter & Gordon,
Sandy B,
Crooked Eye,
Au Pairs,
kango's stein massive,
The Skatalites,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gabor Szabo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pere Ubu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suburban Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Faust,
Leonard Cohen,
Hasil Adkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scan 7,
The Residents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
La Düsseldorf,
Erasure,
Japan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.