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 Korea North and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ronnie Foster to the techno 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Pop Group,
Pole,
Wire,
Procol Harum,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mad Mike,
Simply Red,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Easy Going,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers,
Underground Resistance,
June Days,
Second Layer,
Alphaville,
The Cowsills,
Vladislav Delay,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doors,
Moby Grape,
Eve St. Jones,
Zapp,
The Golliwogs,
The Vogues,
Toni Rubio,
Albert Ayler,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Skatalites,
Todd Rundgren,
K-Klass,
The Residents,
Ituana,
Rekid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Kinks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
EPMD,
Freddie Wadling,
The Divine Comedy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Moon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slits,
Cybotron,
The Human League,
David Bowie,
Sound Behaviour,
48th St. Collective,
Drexciya,
Das Ding,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bronski Beat,
Flipper,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.