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 Barbados and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Infiniti to the funk 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Joey Negro,
T. Rex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Wells,
Steve Hackett,
Darondo,
Vainqueur,
Pantytec,
Byron Stingily,
Scan 7,
Chrome,
Alphaville,
The American Breed,
Surgeon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Schoolly D,
CMW,
Piero Umiliani,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Byrd,
Cameo,
Ludus,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Christie,
Sällskapet,
Little Man,
Sandy B,
June Days,
New York Dolls,
Basic Channel,
Slave,
Wasted Youth,
Flipper,
The Fortunes,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Hood,
Pere Ubu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kaleidoscope,
Aloha Tigers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faraquet,
Qualms,
L. Decosne,
Minny Pops,
The Cramps,
U.S. Maple,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barrington Levy,
Lower 48,
David McCallum,
Royal Trux,
The Raincoats,
Eli Mardock,
The Neon Judgement,
Ken Boothe,
Blake Baxter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Goldenarms,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.