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 Paraguay and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Essential Logic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cowsills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ludus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suicide,
James Chance & The Contortions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Main Source,
Sixth Finger,
the Human League,
Marmalade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
LL Cool J,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Terry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wings,
Silicon Teens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masters at Work,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reuben Wilson,
Thompson Twins,
The Invisible,
Newcleus,
Bill Near,
the Germs,
Soft Machine,
Funkadelic,
Bob Dylan,
The Angels of Light,
Duran Duran,
Barry Ungar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
KRS-One,
kango's stein massive,
Mars,
The Leaves,
Alphaville,
The Fortunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agent Orange,
Model 500,
Reagan Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nico,
Chris Corsano,
The Beau Brummels,
10cc,
Sparks,
Tubeway Army,
Sex Pistols,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.