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 Mali and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Spoonie Gee to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Todd Rundgren,
Anthony Braxton,
Skriet,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Circle Jerks,
Scientists,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cure,
The Sound,
Erasure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wolf Eyes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Babytalk,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Bowie,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young,
MDC,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Bananas,
The Human League,
The Smiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marine Girls,
PIL,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Lynne,
Essential Logic,
Robert Hood,
One Last Wish,
X-101,
Lou Christie,
Excepter,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Brass Construction,
Unrelated Segments,
Niagra,
Sam Rivers,
The Mummies,
The Pop Group,
Vladislav Delay,
Hardrive,
John Holt,
Arcadia,
Malaria!,
The Slackers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Juan Atkins,
EPMD,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.