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 Slovenia and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Modern Lovers to the dance 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Make Up,
Jacques Brel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
K-Klass,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tres Demented,
Duran Duran,
Maleditus Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Von Mondo,
Warsaw,
Royal Trux,
Roxy Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Accadde A,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantaleimon,
MC5,
Bootsy Collins,
Lakeside,
The Cramps,
Alphaville,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Porter Ricks,
The Neon Judgement,
the Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Morten Harket,
Stetsasonic,
The Slackers,
La Düsseldorf,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Gang Dance,
The American Breed,
John Lydon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Darondo,
The Sound,
Lou Reed,
Kenny Larkin,
Janne Schatter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erasure,
Sam Rivers,
MDC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The New Christs,
The Cure,
Symarip,
B.T. Express,
Judy Mowatt,
Tim Buckley,
The Selecter,
Model 500,
Negative Approach,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.