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 Bahamas and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 MC5 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Howard Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skaos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Y Pants,
Johnny Clarke,
Grey Daturas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Starr,
Sonic Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Arab on Radar,
Curtis Mayfield,
T.S.O.L.,
Minnie Riperton,
the Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Surgeon,
Motorama,
10cc,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Raincoats,
Metal Thangz,
Nico,
The Pop Group,
Severed Heads,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Young Marble Giants,
Babytalk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
DNA,
Marmalade,
Colin Newman,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blancmange,
Ronan,
Bush Tetras,
Icehouse,
Ultravox,
John Holt,
Iggy Pop,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erykah Badu,
Blossom Toes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Easy Going,
Accadde A,
The Skatalites,
Monolake,
Section 25,
Boredoms,
Nils Olav,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Moon,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.