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 Mauritania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Yazoo to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
MDC,
Harry Pussy,
Sandy B,
Sight & Sound,
Loose Ends,
The Golliwogs,
Ken Boothe,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Skatalites,
Infiniti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warren Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lower 48,
Stereo Dub,
Archie Shepp,
Ten City,
Dead Boys,
Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Y Pants,
The Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Association,
Funkadelic,
The Sonics,
John Lydon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radio Birdman,
New York Dolls,
Chris & Cosey,
ABBA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul II Soul,
Kurtis Blow,
Little Man,
The Tremeloes,
Skarface,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tim Buckley,
Eddi Front,
The Slackers,
Essential Logic,
Parry Music,
PIL,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Don Cherry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra,
The Vogues,
Black Flag,
Malaria!,
Carl Craig,
Second Layer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.