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 Sweden and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Jeff Lynne,
D'Angelo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Real Kids,
Davy DMX,
Maurizio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Enemy,
The Busters,
Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
Kurtis Blow,
Vladislav Delay,
E-Dancer,
Joensuu 1685,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heaven 17,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick May,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suicide,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deadbeat,
Sixth Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Arab on Radar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Youth Brigade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Whodini,
AZ,
MDC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Guru Guru,
Q65,
Flipper,
June Days,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quadrant,
Jerry's Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül II,
The Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Sneak,
Absolute Body Control,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers,
The Barracudas,
Silicon Teens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Negative Approach,
Ice-T,
Maleditus Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.