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 Korea North and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ponytail 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Au Pairs,
The Human League,
Black Moon,
The Slackers,
Can,
New York Dolls,
Deakin,
Scratch Acid,
La Düsseldorf,
Scan 7,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
F. McDonald,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cramps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Buckinghams,
Tommy Roe,
Minutemen,
Sparks,
Rosa Yemen,
Iggy Pop,
Model 500,
Symarip,
Pagans,
Marine Girls,
FM Einheit,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Starr,
Flash Fearless,
Sarah Menescal,
Stetsasonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Qualms,
Organ,
Dave Gahan,
Visage,
Icehouse,
Pantaleimon,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Terry,
Heaven 17,
Minny Pops,
Sandy B,
Peter and Kerry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donny Hathaway,
Nas,
The Gun Club,
Godley & Creme,
Maurizio,
MC5,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.