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 Algeria and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eric Copeland to the rock 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
AZ,
Country Teasers,
Inner City,
Television Personalities,
The Beau Brummels,
Spandau Ballet,
Tommy Roe,
Groovy Waters,
Ronnie Foster,
Saccharine Trust,
David Bowie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Sparks,
Barry Ungar,
Reuben Wilson,
Howard Jones,
Wings,
Flash Fearless,
Pagans,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
Boredoms,
Cluster,
Bauhaus,
Mad Mike,
Livin' Joy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moleskins,
The Zeros,
The Trojans,
Babytalk,
Crime,
The Mojo Men,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Golliwogs,
Fugazi,
Leonard Cohen,
Ituana,
Bill Wells,
Brothers Johnson,
Aloha Tigers,
Scion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Al Stewart,
Lindisfarne,
The Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Near,
Davy DMX,
Bronski Beat,
New York Dolls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sex Pistols,
The Dirtbombs,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Walker Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Jawbox,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.