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 Bahamas and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Ultra Naté 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kurtis Blow,
Unwound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delta 5,
Black Sheep,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool Moe Dee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Golliwogs,
New Age Steppers,
Wolf Eyes,
David Axelrod,
T.S.O.L.,
Symarip,
Gong,
The New Christs,
Hashim,
The Gap Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Finger,
Barrington Levy,
The Pretty Things,
Kerri Chandler,
Rapeman,
The Fuzztones,
MDC,
The Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
The Invisible,
Oblivians,
John Cale,
the Swans,
Moebius,
Deepchord,
Subhumans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spandau Ballet,
The Residents,
Darondo,
Maurizio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Grauzone,
Jandek,
The Standells,
Tom Boy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Womack,
Japan,
Pulsallama,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
The Slackers,
Qualms,
Bad Manners,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.