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 Sierra Leone and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Sugar Minott to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Gichy Dan,
The Red Krayola,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker,
Bill Near,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Faust,
Soft Machine,
Shoche,
Metal Thangz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Grauzone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Lydon,
Hardrive,
The Cramps,
Model 500,
Donald Byrd,
Wire,
Dawn Penn,
Skaos,
Public Enemy,
Suicide,
Todd Rundgren,
Spoonie Gee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mark Hollis,
The Litter,
Thompson Twins,
Pole,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonic Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bad Manners,
Wings,
R.M.O.,
Flash Fearless,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra,
Sällskapet,
Swell Maps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Zapp,
The Gap Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Human League,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scion,
Fat Boys,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.