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 Indonesia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Delta 5 to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Zero Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jandek,
The Martian,
Godley & Creme,
Whodini,
Loose Ends,
Youth Brigade,
Eve St. Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mojo Men,
Con Funk Shun,
The Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deadbeat,
Lightning Bolt,
Brick,
The Young Rascals,
Tommy Roe,
Prince Buster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Althea and Donna,
The Evens,
Can,
Main Source,
Delta 5,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter and Kerry,
Deepchord,
Vainqueur,
The Moleskins,
Gang Starr,
The Music Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Symarip,
Nirvana,
The Raincoats,
Hashim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rotary Connection,
T. Rex,
Juan Atkins,
The Busters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
Cheater Slicks,
The Red Krayola,
8 Eyed Spy,
James White and The Blacks,
Scion,
ABC,
Roxy Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.