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 Serbia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Duran Duran,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Tubeway Army,
Main Source,
The Grass Roots,
Urselle,
Kurtis Blow,
Mad Mike,
Quantec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gong,
Howard Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Terry,
John Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Osbourne,
D'Angelo,
Crooked Eye,
La Düsseldorf,
Circle Jerks,
The Move,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Evens,
The Angels of Light,
Yaz,
Youth Brigade,
Liliput,
Icehouse,
The Dead C,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yazoo,
Spandau Ballet,
Qualms,
Eli Mardock,
The Golliwogs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
K-Klass,
Altered Images,
Kerri Chandler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drexciya,
New York Dolls,
Erykah Badu,
Intrusion,
John Foxx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.