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 France and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Womack to the punk 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Dark Day,
Mars,
Dawn Penn,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Darondo,
Bootsy Collins,
Monolake,
Soul II Soul,
Pharoah Sanders,
Khruangbin,
Nik Kershaw,
Massinfluence,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ken Boothe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New York Dolls,
June of 44,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Max Romeo,
Man Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Birthday Party,
Chrome,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yazoo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
R.M.O.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalann,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scratch Acid,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Count Five,
Wire,
The Fuzztones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Little Man,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masters at Work,
Sound Behaviour,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cowsills,
Terry Callier,
Carl Craig,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Grauzone,
Robert Görl,
Sight & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Steve Hackett,
Ronan,
The Busters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bad Manners,
the Human League,
Quando Quango,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.