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 Cape Verde and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 B.T. Express to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blake Baxter,
Goldenarms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispy Ambulance,
In Retrospect,
Cameo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Motions,
The Moody Blues,
Lalann,
The Gun Club,
Rod Modell,
The Seeds,
Yazoo,
F. McDonald,
The Birthday Party,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funky Four + One,
Subhumans,
Basic Channel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Star Department,
Fatback Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Main Source,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Banda Bassotti,
David Axelrod,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Remains,
Sun Ra,
Erykah Badu,
Japan,
Kayak,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
kango's stein massive,
Urselle,
Wire,
X-101,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q65,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sound Behaviour,
Unrelated Segments,
The Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skarface,
Television Personalities,
Oneida,
Ten City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.