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 Tuvalu and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Soft Cell to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Don Cherry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masters at Work,
Shoche,
The Real Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed,
Maurizio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bronski Beat,
The Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Camberwell Now,
Young Marble Giants,
the Swans,
The Slits,
Josef K,
Dawn Penn,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Clear Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Groovy Waters,
X-102,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lyres,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sister Nancy,
H. Thieme,
Joensuu 1685,
Can,
Sandy B,
Scrapy,
Mad Mike,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brothers Johnson,
Infiniti,
Urselle,
Heaven 17,
Public Image Ltd.,
Parry Music,
Wasted Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Mills,
Crooked Eye,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Von Mondo,
KRS-One,
Bobby Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
Yellowson,
Glenn Branca,
Negative Approach,
Pulsallama,
Quando Quango,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.