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 Armenia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Funkadelic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Suburban Knight,
The Victims,
Liliput,
Judy Mowatt,
Crime,
Magma,
Outsiders,
Wasted Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Bob Dylan,
Easy Going,
Black Pus,
Unwound,
Josef K,
Bobby Sherman,
The Real Kids,
Black Moon,
Essential Logic,
The Modern Lovers,
Tommy Roe,
X-Ray Spex,
F. McDonald,
MDC,
The Monks,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faust,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young,
Zapp,
Hoover,
Pierre Henry,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Girls At Our Best!,
cv313,
Goldenarms,
the Germs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
R.M.O.,
Crash Course in Science,
Groovy Waters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siglo XX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Walker Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hasil Adkins,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cowsills,
Yaz,
Alton Ellis,
EPMD,
Audionom,
Make Up,
Slave,
Pulsallama,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.