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 the UAE and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rock 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Whodini,
The Standells,
Circle Jerks,
Darondo,
Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Lungfish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Susan Cadogan,
World's Most,
Cluster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harmonia,
Dave Gahan,
a-ha,
Liliput,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moby Grape,
Joey Negro,
The Fugs,
Grey Daturas,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Clarke,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Holt,
The Golliwogs,
Excepter,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiohead,
Scion,
The Monks,
Silicon Teens,
New Age Steppers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Toasters,
Babytalk,
Marmalade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
Tres Demented,
Monolake,
the Germs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joy Division,
Country Teasers,
Livin' Joy,
Cheater Slicks,
Eurythmics,
Scientists,
Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Graham Central Station,
Simply Red,
Grauzone,
Skriet,
The Martian,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.