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 Jordan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
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 chamberlin 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 The Fortunes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Barry Ungar,
The Victims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris Corsano,
Average White Band,
DJ Sneak,
Dark Day,
Neil Young,
Schoolly D,
Piero Umiliani,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donald Byrd,
The Residents,
Aswad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faust,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Starr,
Popol Vuh,
Symarip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Enemy,
John Cale,
Au Pairs,
Country Teasers,
Funkadelic,
The Cramps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mad Mike,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Modern Lovers,
Mantronix,
Lower 48,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lakeside,
Glenn Branca,
Aloha Tigers,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fall,
Idris Muhammad,
One Last Wish,
Liliput,
Unwound,
Das Ding,
Juan Atkins,
Gabor Szabo,
Bob Dylan,
Make Up,
Y Pants,
Tears for Fears,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lungfish,
Niagra,
Saccharine Trust,
Joyce Sims,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.