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 Egypt and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kevin Saunderson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Smog,
New York Dolls,
The New Christs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wings,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Christie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angry Samoans,
Ludus,
The Zeros,
Ossler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Trojans,
The Invisible,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonic Youth,
Guru Guru,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Inner City,
EPMD,
Scion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
New Order,
Depeche Mode,
June of 44,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oneida,
Niagra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Toni Rubio,
Saccharine Trust,
The Birthday Party,
The United States of America,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T. Rex,
R.M.O.,
Mad Mike,
Von Mondo,
the Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Absolute Body Control,
Ralphi Rosario,
OOIOO,
Judy Mowatt,
Kayak,
Duran Duran,
Ice-T,
The Evens,
Tres Demented,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.