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 Sierra Leone and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Lyres to the grime 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Blancmange,
Zero Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donald Byrd,
Pantytec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Subhumans,
Boz Scaggs,
EPMD,
Cluster,
Bootsy Collins,
Ten City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Silicon Teens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
Pole,
Altered Images,
Minny Pops,
James White and The Blacks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Human League,
Quadrant,
Sällskapet,
Howard Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris Corsano,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young,
Fluxion,
Crime,
Kayak,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
In Retrospect,
Masters at Work,
The Birthday Party,
The Five Americans,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Yazoo,
The Kinks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Last Poets,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sex Pistols,
Josef K,
John Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Basic Channel,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barbara Tucker,
Dead Boys,
Los Fastidios,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.