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 India 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 In Retrospect to the techno 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Ice-T,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Negative Approach,
Kenny Larkin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Byrd,
Easy Going,
The Martian,
cv313,
Stetsasonic,
Dead Boys,
Hoover,
PIL,
Todd Rundgren,
Joey Negro,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shoche,
ABBA,
Crash Course in Science,
Judy Mowatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Durutti Column,
Accadde A,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camberwell Now,
Deadbeat,
Bang On A Can,
World's Most,
Goldenarms,
Bauhaus,
Vladislav Delay,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heaven 17,
Youth Brigade,
The Music Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anakelly,
The Raincoats,
Joyce Sims,
a-ha,
Gong,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Subhumans,
Marvin Gaye,
Slave,
Tommy Roe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.