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 Pakistan and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Nico to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
10cc,
Erykah Badu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Wyatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Birthday Party,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bluetip,
Lightning Bolt,
Scratch Acid,
Junior Murvin,
Nik Kershaw,
Sixth Finger,
Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
John Holt,
Loose Ends,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fortunes,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül II,
The Smiths,
Dual Sessions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thompson Twins,
The Invisible,
Monks,
Darondo,
Deakin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Index,
The Angels of Light,
OOIOO,
Bob Dylan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Section 25,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Almond,
The Move,
The Litter,
Can,
B.T. Express,
The Dead C,
Mary Jane Girls,
Goldenarms,
Michelle Simonal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swell Maps,
Pole,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kurtis Blow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anakelly,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacques Brel,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.