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 Vanuatu and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grunge 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Music Machine,
The Happenings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
Don Cherry,
The Monks,
In Retrospect,
Cameo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Tears for Fears,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Victims,
Royal Trux,
Dave Gahan,
Max Romeo,
Hashim,
Von Mondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mandrill,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alphaville,
Livin' Joy,
The Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Adolescents,
Jeff Mills,
The Durutti Column,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Standells,
Mantronix,
The Names,
Essential Logic,
The Vogues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Outsiders,
Davy DMX,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Supertramp,
Moss Icon,
Marmalade,
Matthew Bourne,
ABC,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Circle Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
Warren Ellis,
Deadbeat,
Barbara Tucker,
The Black Dice,
Prince Buster,
Eve St. Jones,
Monks,
Little Man,
Laurel Aitken,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.