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 China and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crispian St. Peters to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
the Association,
Barry Ungar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Second Layer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
The Buckinghams,
Harmonia,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Easy Going,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pop Group,
The Mummies,
Newcleus,
Rites of Spring,
The Associates,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sandy B,
Eric Dolphy,
Section 25,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
Animal Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Ponytail,
T. Rex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reagan Youth,
B.T. Express,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxy Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slackers,
Ice-T,
Sex Pistols,
Patti Smith,
The Birthday Party,
The Pretty Things,
Josef K,
La Düsseldorf,
the Soft Cell,
Mars,
Deepchord,
Johnny Clarke,
Pussy Galore,
Jawbox,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Guru Guru,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neu!,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.