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 Kuwait and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 DJ Sneak to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
Erasure,
The Searchers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Parry Music,
Jacques Brel,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unwound,
Tears for Fears,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker,
Symarip,
The Barracudas,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
The Skatalites,
Oblivians,
Moss Icon,
Stereo Dub,
T.S.O.L.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Patti Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quantec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
D'Angelo,
Blake Baxter,
Crooked Eye,
Byron Stingily,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cluster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Germs,
FM Einheit,
Bauhaus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Age Steppers,
Wolf Eyes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siglo XX,
Sister Nancy,
John Cale,
The Standells,
Eurythmics,
The Toasters,
Sex Pistols,
Faust,
The Gun Club,
JFA,
Matthew Halsall,
Rod Modell,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.