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 Dominica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ludus to the grunge 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Joyce Sims,
Soulsonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Thee Headcoats,
X-102,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Toasters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Invisible,
D'Angelo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Near,
The Vogues,
Silicon Teens,
The Walker Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Zapp,
The Cramps,
Cal Tjader,
Dual Sessions,
Rakim,
the Slits,
Bobby Womack,
The Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
Eli Mardock,
David Bowie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q65,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Beau Brummels,
Harmonia,
Crime,
Tom Boy,
The Trojans,
Camberwell Now,
Das Ding,
The Slits,
DJ Sneak,
Archie Shepp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Supertramp,
ABBA,
Minor Threat,
Parry Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grauzone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Newcleus,
Freddie Wadling,
Anakelly,
Yusef Lateef,
Drexciya,
Talk Talk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Smog,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker,
R.M.O.,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.