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 Panama and from Hong Kong.
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 Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 The Red Krayola to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Make Up,
Boredoms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drexciya,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Lynne,
Kaleidoscope,
Interpol,
Popol Vuh,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bauhaus,
Max Romeo,
Pantaleimon,
Silicon Teens,
The Stooges,
Marmalade,
The Gladiators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Youth Brigade,
The Pretty Things,
Goldenarms,
Excepter,
The Slackers,
Patti Smith,
Chrome,
Skaos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Zeros,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool Moe Dee,
Adolescents,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Bourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bronski Beat,
Dark Day,
The Skatalites,
Malaria!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cramps,
LL Cool J,
ABBA,
Essential Logic,
Blake Baxter,
Stiv Bators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Josef K,
Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skarface,
New Age Steppers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxette,
The Gap Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.