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 Malaysia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 dance 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Tears for Fears,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris Corsano,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultravox,
The Mummies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dead Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Barrington Levy,
Fugazi,
DJ Sneak,
Ituana,
Judy Mowatt,
Blake Baxter,
Joensuu 1685,
Eurythmics,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Red Krayola,
The Skatalites,
Nirvana,
Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Association,
Bootsy Collins,
Don Cherry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kas Product,
Ohio Players,
Ornette Coleman,
Soulsonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
The Tremeloes,
The Stooges,
Chrome,
the Sonics,
The Barracudas,
Michelle Simonal,
Scientists,
The Count Five,
the Germs,
The Zeros,
Skaos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echospace,
Yaz,
Subhumans,
Roxette,
Avey Tare,
Yusef Lateef,
Tubeway Army,
The Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Supertramp,
Aural Exciters,
Malaria!,
Leonard Cohen,
Fear,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.