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 Kiribati and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Dave Gahan to the crunk 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Smog,
Angry Samoans,
Harry Pussy,
Davy DMX,
Black Flag,
the Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tom Boy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Toasters,
Lower 48,
Motorama,
Jerry's Kids,
Y Pants,
A Certain Ratio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camouflage,
Circle Jerks,
Intrusion,
Vainqueur,
Mission of Burma,
Von Mondo,
The American Breed,
X-101,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fugs,
Brass Construction,
Pylon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gladiators,
Symarip,
Ornette Coleman,
Sarah Menescal,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Zapp,
Arab on Radar,
The Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Wasted Youth,
The Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Metal Thangz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Womack,
Soulsonic Force,
Wire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Martian,
Aural Exciters,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Smooth,
R.M.O.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.