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 Madagascar and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Albert Ayler to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Bauhaus,
Piero Umiliani,
Heaven 17,
Sarah Menescal,
Eli Mardock,
Camberwell Now,
Harry Pussy,
The Wake,
Neu!,
Banda Bassotti,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gories,
Loose Ends,
The Last Poets,
PIL,
The Index,
Brand Nubian,
Urselle,
Josef K,
Country Teasers,
Supertramp,
Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masters at Work,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joyce Sims,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Metal Thangz,
The Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Circle Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Funky Four + One,
B.T. Express,
The Victims,
Ronnie Foster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cal Tjader,
Thompson Twins,
The Skatalites,
Lou Christie,
Scan 7,
Cheater Slicks,
Skaos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q and Not U,
Smog,
Archie Shepp,
Moss Icon,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Copeland,
Bronski Beat,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.