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 Montenegro and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Camouflage to the electroclash 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Erasure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
E-Dancer,
the Soft Cell,
MC5,
Faust,
The Cowsills,
John Coltrane,
Mars,
Index,
Dark Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minnie Riperton,
Can,
Dave Gahan,
Franke,
Maleditus Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Patti Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Black Pus,
Liliput,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drexciya,
Groovy Waters,
New York Dolls,
The Grass Roots,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick Morgan,
Moss Icon,
The Blackbyrds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Massinfluence,
The Litter,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DNA,
Sixth Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mandrill,
Inner City,
Fad Gadget,
Eurythmics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shoche,
The Selecter,
John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
June Days,
Motorama,
Danielle Patucci,
Barbara Tucker,
Pagans,
Urselle,
The Fuzztones,
Bad Manners,
Magma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.