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 Italy and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Tres Demented to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
CMW,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sugar Minott,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gories,
Infiniti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Evens,
The Smoke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jawbox,
David McCallum,
Reagan Youth,
Organ,
T.S.O.L.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MC5,
Nils Olav,
Jerry's Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
The Toasters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Al Stewart,
Agitation Free,
Quantec,
Deadbeat,
Ronan,
Bobby Womack,
The Busters,
The New Christs,
The Gun Club,
Subhumans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joy Division,
Porter Ricks,
Eli Mardock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Little Man,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Joyce Sims,
Country Teasers,
Surgeon,
Crime,
Amon Düül,
Sällskapet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hardrive,
Joe Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mojo Men,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Charles Mingus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.