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 Thailand and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Detroit Cobras to the grime 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Loose Ends,
Rapeman,
Lucky Dragons,
Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
The Associates,
Chris Corsano,
Glenn Branca,
The Doors,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Görl,
Newcleus,
Kaleidoscope,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantytec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Popol Vuh,
Bad Manners,
The Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Deakin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tears for Fears,
Dave Gahan,
Underground Resistance,
Althea and Donna,
Banda Bassotti,
Brothers Johnson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ossler,
Derrick Morgan,
the Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Patti Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Victims,
Thee Headcoats,
Subhumans,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gun Club,
Grey Daturas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Raincoats,
Dennis Brown,
Dual Sessions,
Sixth Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drexciya,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bizarre Inc.,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.