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 Philippines 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fear to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The Sound,
David McCallum,
the Human League,
Pantaleimon,
The American Breed,
X-101,
Crime,
New York Dolls,
The Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Sheep,
Sister Nancy,
Icehouse,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blackbyrds,
The Seeds,
H. Thieme,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Lydon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Talk Talk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Associates,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ornette Coleman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy Collins,
Whodini,
Qualms,
Agitation Free,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radio Birdman,
The J.B.'s,
Sugar Minott,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker,
Josef K,
The Names,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Underground Resistance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
Radiohead,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fear,
MC5,
Zapp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young,
The Five Americans,
Bad Manners,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.