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 Chad 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eden Ahbez to the rock 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Hood,
Pierre Henry,
The Cowsills,
Moby Grape,
Organ,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smoke,
The Velvet Underground,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monochrome Set,
Marine Girls,
Masters at Work,
DJ Sneak,
Wire,
Amazonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Simply Red,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Halsall,
the Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Chrome,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sandy B,
Man Eating Sloth,
Byron Stingily,
John Foxx,
The New Christs,
Royal Trux,
Drexciya,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Babytalk,
The Golliwogs,
Bob Dylan,
New Age Steppers,
Vladislav Delay,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonic Youth,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Smog,
Rotary Connection,
Cameo,
Q and Not U,
The Modern Lovers,
Aloha Tigers,
Eurythmics,
Massinfluence,
Neu!,
H. Thieme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sugar Minott,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.