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 Tunisia and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Clear Light,
Black Moon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Misunderstood,
Lindisfarne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minny Pops,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Graham Central Station,
cv313,
The Five Americans,
Hardrive,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The J.B.'s,
Urselle,
Subhumans,
Slave,
Pere Ubu,
The Gories,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers,
The Names,
Fluxion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marmalade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spoonie Gee,
Y Pants,
Iggy Pop,
FM Einheit,
Public Enemy,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
The Associates,
New Order,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Roger Hodgson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June Days,
Zero Boys,
L. Decosne,
June of 44,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camouflage,
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango,
Josef K,
Deakin,
Gabor Szabo,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Age Steppers,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.