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 Colombia and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Magma to the rock 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Wally Richardson,
Rekid,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visage,
Crime,
Carl Craig,
Don Cherry,
The Sonics,
Magazine,
The Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Davy DMX,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Lynne,
Letta Mbulu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Bourne,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül II,
Black Flag,
Roxy Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerri Chandler,
Sight & Sound,
Minutemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warren Ellis,
Prince Buster,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxette,
Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Remains,
Tres Demented,
Nirvana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Negative Approach,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Shadows of Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Silicon Teens,
La Düsseldorf,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fortunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bronski Beat,
Babytalk,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.