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 Antigua and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Underground Resistance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Sherman,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang of Four,
Absolute Body Control,
Max Romeo,
Junior Murvin,
The Kinks,
Cybotron,
Quadrant,
Skarface,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fortunes,
PIL,
In Retrospect,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Marine Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Cheater Slicks,
Letta Mbulu,
John Lydon,
Rekid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Altered Images,
Davy DMX,
Saccharine Trust,
Mr. Review,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echospace,
Fatback Band,
David Bowie,
Darondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Prince Buster,
Clear Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doors,
Ten City,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Howard Jones,
Don Cherry,
The Blues Magoos,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sixth Finger,
The Victims,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.