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 Samoa and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 FM Einheit to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stiv Bators,
Trumans Water,
Marmalade,
The Pretty Things,
Audionom,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Clarke,
The Velvet Underground,
Agitation Free,
Hashim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
R.M.O.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terry Callier,
Cecil Taylor,
Pagans,
Don Cherry,
Desert Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fortunes,
Pantaleimon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shoche,
Sister Nancy,
Angry Samoans,
Albert Ayler,
Royal Trux,
The Stooges,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kas Product,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joyce Sims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Excepter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Al Stewart,
The Doors,
Oneida,
La Düsseldorf,
Duran Duran,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Television,
Ronan,
Mark Hollis,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.