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 London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The United States of America to the dance 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers,
Ponytail,
Wolf Eyes,
Cluster,
Make Up,
Ohio Players,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camouflage,
The Smiths,
Simply Red,
Nick Fraelich,
Half Japanese,
The Vogues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rufus Thomas,
Lakeside,
Todd Rundgren,
David Axelrod,
Saccharine Trust,
The Selecter,
Chris Corsano,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mars,
Youth Brigade,
Lalann,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Names,
Chris & Cosey,
These Immortal Souls,
DNA,
Aural Exciters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Wells,
Surgeon,
Television,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blancmange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Godley & Creme,
Qualms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Popol Vuh,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Absolute Body Control,
One Last Wish,
Erasure,
Depeche Mode,
The Golliwogs,
Basic Channel,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.