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 Moldova and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Gang Green to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Moss Icon,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skaos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers,
Heaven 17,
Glenn Branca,
Pole,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shoche,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suicide,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Fraelich,
It's A Beautiful Day,
kango's stein massive,
Fear,
Erykah Badu,
Max Romeo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fugs,
Cameo,
Byron Stingily,
the Bar-Kays,
Bush Tetras,
Aswad,
The Motions,
New York Dolls,
Anthony Braxton,
Albert Ayler,
ABC,
the Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
The Busters,
Faraquet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
La Düsseldorf,
David Bowie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
The Young Rascals,
Quantec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brothers Johnson,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Mills,
Grey Daturas,
Das Ding,
Sex Pistols,
Fugazi,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kenny Larkin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.