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 Guyana and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Massinfluence to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Hill,
Qualms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thee Headcoats,
Livin' Joy,
The Real Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Yellowson,
Jeff Mills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arcadia,
Crooked Eye,
The Pretty Things,
Royal Trux,
The American Breed,
Negative Approach,
Make Up,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Godley & Creme,
Banda Bassotti,
ABBA,
Ultra Naté,
Piero Umiliani,
The Birthday Party,
Khruangbin,
The Slackers,
F. McDonald,
Terry Callier,
Aural Exciters,
The Searchers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Modern Lovers,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
Robert Hood,
Cluster,
Janne Schatter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Carl Craig,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare,
Aloha Tigers,
Wasted Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pagans,
Quantec,
Alton Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Yusef Lateef,
Mission of Burma,
Patti Smith,
Sandy B,
Al Stewart,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.