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 Mexico 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 The Wake to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skriet,
John Cale,
Scan 7,
Groovy Waters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pole,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Funkadelic,
DJ Sneak,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Silicon Teens,
Camberwell Now,
Oneida,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fugs,
The Selecter,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter & Gordon,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cure,
Sixth Finger,
Junior Murvin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Absolute Body Control,
Wings,
Severed Heads,
Tommy Roe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Moon,
Kenny Larkin,
Procol Harum,
Mission of Burma,
The Fortunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Saccharine Trust,
Arcadia,
Bill Near,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Standells,
Moebius,
Isaac Hayes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Technova,
Albert Ayler,
The Angels of Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Mr. Review,
Guru Guru,
The Cramps,
Bill Wells,
The Vogues,
Howard Jones,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.