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 Salvador.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skaos 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yellowson,
Suicide,
Ossler,
The Standells,
Accadde A,
DJ Style,
Second Layer,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Martian,
Blancmange,
Darondo,
The American Breed,
KRS-One,
Joe Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monolake,
Animal Collective,
Toni Rubio,
The Smiths,
Harry Pussy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nas,
the Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Ice-T,
Bluetip,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxy Music,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Mills,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-Ray Spex,
Junior Murvin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABC,
The Gladiators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Finger,
The Human League,
Heaven 17,
Brick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Near,
Negative Approach,
In Retrospect,
Babytalk,
CMW,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Five Americans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Organ,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Moon,
The Seeds,
Flipper,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joyce Sims,
Rufus Thomas,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.