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 Sudan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Visage to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Radiohead,
Rosa Yemen,
June Days,
Dave Gahan,
Mars,
La Düsseldorf,
The Names,
Aswad,
Angry Samoans,
Barrington Levy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
JFA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chrome,
The Smiths,
John Cale,
Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fuzztones,
The J.B.'s,
Eddi Front,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Clarke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pop Group,
Mantronix,
Brass Construction,
Joyce Sims,
Erykah Badu,
Alton Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra,
Dennis Brown,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bronski Beat,
Underground Resistance,
Infiniti,
Sister Nancy,
Urselle,
Flash Fearless,
Crime,
Yazoo,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warren Ellis,
Audionom,
The Black Dice,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang of Four,
Ossler,
B.T. Express,
Fluxion,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott Heron,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.