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 Macedonia and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Five Americans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Half Japanese,
Sight & Sound,
Lalann,
Aural Exciters,
R.M.O.,
Delta 5,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kas Product,
John Holt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moby Grape,
MC5,
Mr. Review,
Spandau Ballet,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young,
Wings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nico,
CMW,
Schoolly D,
Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
The Cramps,
Ten City,
E-Dancer,
Liliput,
Flipper,
Oblivians,
The Pretty Things,
Eden Ahbez,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smoke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marshall Jefferson,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Wells,
Barbara Tucker,
U.S. Maple,
Lindisfarne,
The Angels of Light,
Fela Kuti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Human League,
Pylon,
Ohio Players,
Kenny Larkin,
Metal Thangz,
Arthur Verocai,
Main Source,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.