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 Samoa and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Motions to the dance 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Glenn Branca,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerri Chandler,
Adolescents,
Joe Smooth,
Slick Rick,
UT,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Procol Harum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Au Pairs,
Black Flag,
The Saints,
Deepchord,
Cal Tjader,
The Grass Roots,
The Sound,
DNA,
Maleditus Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delta 5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick May,
Television,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ten City,
Swell Maps,
Wolf Eyes,
Susan Cadogan,
Slave,
Bluetip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Youth Brigade,
Donny Hathaway,
the Normal,
Graham Central Station,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
This Heat,
Altered Images,
Das Ding,
Faraquet,
Panda Bear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agitation Free,
kango's stein massive,
Talk Talk,
Unwound,
Warsaw,
Robert Wyatt,
Aural Exciters,
Lakeside,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brass Construction,
The Divine Comedy,
Index,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.