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 Equatorial Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 The Residents to the crunk 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heaven 17,
New Order,
Nation of Ulysses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quadrant,
The Grass Roots,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Green,
Eric Dolphy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Almond,
Terry Callier,
Roxette,
Tears for Fears,
L. Decosne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Aswad,
Joey Negro,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fluxion,
John Coltrane,
Swans,
Skarface,
The Black Dice,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Names,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Albert Ayler,
Unwound,
Ultravox,
Matthew Bourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bauhaus,
Kas Product,
Skaos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Finger,
Neu!,
The Mummies,
Fatback Band,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Invisible,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Desert Stars,
The Last Poets,
The Cowsills,
The Leaves,
Eric Copeland,
Fela Kuti,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.