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 Armenia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slave to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
The Index,
Dark Day,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Victims,
Second Layer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Happenings,
Connie Case,
The Fall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dead Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Vogues,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed,
Brass Construction,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tears for Fears,
Spoonie Gee,
John Foxx,
The Martian,
The Black Dice,
Colin Newman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Josef K,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Terry,
U.S. Maple,
Absolute Body Control,
Negative Approach,
Henry Cow,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Carl Craig,
DJ Sneak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drive Like Jehu,
New York Dolls,
Anthony Braxton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cameo,
Rotary Connection,
Fluxion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Grass Roots,
Boz Scaggs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Age Steppers,
Pussy Galore,
The Modern Lovers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gladiators,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.