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 Kenya and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Sonics to the funk 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Ice-T,
The Doors,
The Mojo Men,
The Happenings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Last Poets,
Joensuu 1685,
Khruangbin,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül II,
Black Flag,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Au Pairs,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Supertramp,
Average White Band,
Malaria!,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
FM Einheit,
Public Image Ltd.,
Intrusion,
Chrome,
Matthew Halsall,
Model 500,
Alison Limerick,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Style,
Mandrill,
Sonic Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Colin Newman,
Mission of Burma,
Dual Sessions,
Pantytec,
Henry Cow,
Reagan Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Sherman,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lungfish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grauzone,
Minutemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scan 7,
Nas,
The Neon Judgement,
Ponytail,
Erykah Badu,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.