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 Italy 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Visage to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
the Association,
Main Source,
Moss Icon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
World's Most,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
R.M.O.,
Motorama,
Massinfluence,
John Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
Judy Mowatt,
Eve St. Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Liliput,
Mr. Review,
Franke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flash Fearless,
Swell Maps,
The Black Dice,
Joensuu 1685,
The Associates,
Stereo Dub,
The Music Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Nico,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Don Cherry,
Soft Machine,
X-101,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dead C,
The Dave Clark Five,
Underground Resistance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
These Immortal Souls,
Nirvana,
Das Ding,
Marvin Gaye,
Quadrant,
Shuggie Otis,
Ohio Players,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Normal,
Visage,
The Cowsills,
The Velvet Underground,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fad Gadget,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deadbeat,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.