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 Tajikistan and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Dead Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Starr,
Moby Grape,
Altered Images,
Infiniti,
Harmonia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unrelated Segments,
The Zeros,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Golliwogs,
Clear Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Offenders,
Peter and Kerry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anthony Braxton,
Isaac Hayes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cal Tjader,
Roger Hodgson,
New Age Steppers,
The Last Poets,
Harry Pussy,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül,
In Retrospect,
The Buckinghams,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eddi Front,
Kaleidoscope,
Little Man,
Hashim,
Royal Trux,
Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Byron Stingily,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quantec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Techniques,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flash Fearless,
Minny Pops,
Barrington Levy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.