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 Macedonia and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camouflage,
Tommy Roe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Al Stewart,
Suicide,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
LL Cool J,
the Normal,
Erasure,
Ossler,
Marvin Gaye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Underground Resistance,
Cheater Slicks,
The Grass Roots,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cybotron,
Neil Young,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Almond,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Litter,
Goldenarms,
Masters at Work,
The Smiths,
Chris Corsano,
Loose Ends,
Model 500,
Main Source,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dave Gahan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Stereo Dub,
Pierre Henry,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Green,
Johnny Clarke,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ponytail,
Bill Near,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monochrome Set,
Joensuu 1685,
Gong,
Cecil Taylor,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Bourne,
Minor Threat,
Vainqueur,
X-101,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.