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 Tunisia and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Flag to the crunk 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus 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?
Guru Guru,
Fatback Band,
Sun City Girls,
Skriet,
Amon Düül II,
Animal Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pretty Things,
Visage,
Erykah Badu,
New York Dolls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Iggy Pop,
Faraquet,
Chris Corsano,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
China Crisis,
Parry Music,
World's Most,
Reuben Wilson,
LL Cool J,
Derrick Morgan,
Drexciya,
Skaos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Junior Murvin,
Sixth Finger,
The Associates,
The Barracudas,
Suicide,
A Certain Ratio,
Q and Not U,
Moebius,
Index,
Eurythmics,
Marc Almond,
Essential Logic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Stooges,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Unwound,
The Music Machine,
JFA,
Fluxion,
The Gladiators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radio Birdman,
The Walker Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
The Five Americans,
Hasil Adkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Halsall,
FM Einheit,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.