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 Panama and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Zapp,
Surgeon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Reagan Youth,
John Lydon,
Severed Heads,
Das Ding,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Carl Craig,
Michelle Simonal,
Jandek,
MC5,
The Victims,
The Cramps,
Crime,
The Modern Lovers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ossler,
Subhumans,
Robert Hood,
Lucky Dragons,
Rites of Spring,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Wyatt,
Quantec,
Nirvana,
Agitation Free,
The Martian,
Arthur Verocai,
Judy Mowatt,
Ice-T,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drexciya,
Scientists,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Almond,
Susan Cadogan,
Wasted Youth,
The Raincoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vainqueur,
Lalo Schifrin,
Toni Rubio,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
This Heat,
Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
The Zeros,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alison Limerick,
Moby Grape,
The Buckinghams,
Depeche Mode,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.