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 Dominica and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Foxx to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Laurel Aitken,
Mad Mike,
Marvin Gaye,
Stiv Bators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eve St. Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
The Smoke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
Marine Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
Amazonics,
World's Most,
Panda Bear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dual Sessions,
Organ,
Underground Resistance,
Country Teasers,
Fat Boys,
a-ha,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter & Gordon,
Sällskapet,
The American Breed,
The Smiths,
Howard Jones,
Black Pus,
The Victims,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott Heron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
EPMD,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ossler,
The Martian,
Pierre Henry,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Hood,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Cell,
the Swans,
Wasted Youth,
JFA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Five Americans,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.