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 Seychelles and from New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 EPMD to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Donald Byrd,
Boredoms,
The Residents,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Motions,
Fat Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Yazoo,
The Count Five,
Whodini,
Pere Ubu,
Glenn Branca,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Vogues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Bowie,
Spandau Ballet,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eurythmics,
Parry Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eden Ahbez,
Ice-T,
10cc,
New Age Steppers,
Oblivians,
Skarface,
Dawn Penn,
Unrelated Segments,
Wolf Eyes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Order,
Black Sheep,
E-Dancer,
The Monochrome Set,
Pagans,
Sarah Menescal,
The Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Metal Thangz,
Intrusion,
Crash Course in Science,
Althea and Donna,
The Gories,
Graham Central Station,
Ponytail,
Sight & Sound,
Wings,
Panda Bear,
Visage,
Banda Bassotti,
Dave Gahan,
Bluetip,
The Music Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.