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 India and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Kenny Larkin to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Flipper,
David Axelrod,
Con Funk Shun,
Excepter,
Bobby Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic,
Tom Boy,
Deepchord,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Machine,
Subhumans,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Barracudas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Icehouse,
Black Moon,
Pantytec,
Easy Going,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
CMW,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxette,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mars,
kango's stein massive,
Hot Snakes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Newcleus,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Sneak,
Junior Murvin,
Urselle,
Zero Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang On A Can,
Essential Logic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris Corsano,
Metal Thangz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Banda Bassotti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swell Maps,
Thompson Twins,
Guru Guru,
The Sonics,
Fluxion,
48th St. Collective,
Quadrant,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul Sonic Force,
DNA,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.