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 Albania and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sixth Finger to the crunk 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Scratch Acid,
Goldenarms,
the Fania All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Khruangbin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Durutti Column,
Young Marble Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Skatalites,
Mo-Dettes,
the Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Near,
Donny Hathaway,
Rosa Yemen,
Joy Division,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mummies,
The Smiths,
Yazoo,
Eddi Front,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun City Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Slick Rick,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Terry,
John Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deadbeat,
Hasil Adkins,
Flash Fearless,
New York Dolls,
Jandek,
Shoche,
Q65,
Fela Kuti,
Leonard Cohen,
DNA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scan 7,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neu!,
Sound Behaviour,
Pulsallama,
The Buckinghams,
Graham Central Station,
Public Enemy,
the Association,
B.T. Express,
Rotary Connection,
Gerry Rafferty,
Schoolly D,
Wire,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.