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 Rwanda and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang of Four,
Juan Atkins,
Magazine,
Blake Baxter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-102,
World's Most,
Goldenarms,
Joensuu 1685,
The J.B.'s,
Moby Grape,
Ornette Coleman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Womack,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Chris Corsano,
The Count Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Depeche Mode,
Fluxion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sam Rivers,
Bang On A Can,
New Age Steppers,
Charles Mingus,
Yaz,
Quantec,
Brick,
Crash Course in Science,
Spoonie Gee,
Albert Ayler,
Ronan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Christie,
Jacob Miller,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
China Crisis,
Liliput,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Accadde A,
The Standells,
Aswad,
Country Teasers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pole,
The Cure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Flag,
The Barracudas,
Joey Negro,
Supertramp,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.