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 Marshall Islands and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Harmonia to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Michelle Simonal,
OOIOO,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Christie,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Halsall,
Prince Buster,
Faraquet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Absolute Body Control,
Crash Course in Science,
Bob Dylan,
Soul II Soul,
Liliput,
Alison Limerick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skaos,
Wire,
Glenn Branca,
The Durutti Column,
Kenny Larkin,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Amazonics,
Ponytail,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cybotron,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacob Miller,
Young Marble Giants,
David Axelrod,
Jawbox,
the Germs,
Barry Ungar,
Lower 48,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Litter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slackers,
Bootsy Collins,
Scientists,
The Cramps,
Bill Wells,
The Young Rascals,
Porter Ricks,
Los Fastidios,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slick Rick,
Joensuu 1685,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Leaves,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cymande,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.