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 Libya and from Woodstock.
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 Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soul Sonic Force 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Yaz,
The Techniques,
The Associates,
The Seeds,
Audionom,
The Cramps,
PIL,
Pussy Galore,
Warren Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Victims,
LL Cool J,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quantec,
the Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rites of Spring,
David McCallum,
The Sound,
EPMD,
B.T. Express,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moss Icon,
The Gladiators,
The Blackbyrds,
Livin' Joy,
Ohio Players,
Ten City,
Soulsonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABC,
Ludus,
New Order,
Stetsasonic,
Black Bananas,
Kurtis Blow,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
Banda Bassotti,
The Evens,
Ituana,
Model 500,
The Monks,
Monks,
The Dead C,
Guru Guru,
Juan Atkins,
Technova,
Eli Mardock,
The Gap Band,
Oblivians,
U.S. Maple,
The Mojo Men,
Dennis Brown,
Colin Newman,
Urselle,
Tears for Fears,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.