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 Ecuador and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Age Steppers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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?
Flipper,
Underground Resistance,
Faraquet,
Eli Mardock,
Kas Product,
Lou Christie,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Bourne,
Swell Maps,
Steve Hackett,
The Music Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Aaron Thompson,
Saccharine Trust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
The Cramps,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slave,
Mr. Review,
Sällskapet,
Charles Mingus,
Wolf Eyes,
Thompson Twins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Pus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun City Girls,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy Collins,
Alton Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ken Boothe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oblivians,
The Gap Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Massinfluence,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nico,
Minutemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
48th St. Collective,
The Mummies,
The Dead C,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Sneak,
The Leaves,
MC5,
Carl Craig,
Khruangbin,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Machine,
LL Cool J,
Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Minny Pops,
Bronski Beat,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.