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 Iran and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Maleditus Sound to the electroclash 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hot Snakes,
JFA,
Camberwell Now,
Q65,
Negative Approach,
Black Flag,
Michelle Simonal,
Mantronix,
The Motions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
Janne Schatter,
David Bowie,
The Names,
Black Bananas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scrapy,
Donald Byrd,
The Standells,
Agitation Free,
Pussy Galore,
The Leaves,
the Swans,
Metal Thangz,
The Zeros,
The Happenings,
Gerry Rafferty,
Idris Muhammad,
Talk Talk,
Blossom Toes,
One Last Wish,
The Fall,
X-101,
The Offenders,
Bill Wells,
Blake Baxter,
Brand Nubian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sexual Harrassment,
Icehouse,
Slick Rick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suicide,
Neu!,
The Music Machine,
Symarip,
Jacob Miller,
Lindisfarne,
Skriet,
Eric Copeland,
Massinfluence,
Fatback Band,
Peter and Kerry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visage,
Erykah Badu,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fortunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.