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 Netherlands and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Archie Shepp 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Gladiators,
Los Fastidios,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ken Boothe,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Hill,
Dual Sessions,
New York Dolls,
Suicide,
Charles Mingus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joy Division,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Hood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liliput,
Lucky Dragons,
Audionom,
Crash Course in Science,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glenn Branca,
The Modern Lovers,
Juan Atkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Excepter,
Fatback Band,
PIL,
Bronski Beat,
The Grass Roots,
Marine Girls,
Pagans,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terry Callier,
The Sound,
D'Angelo,
Alison Limerick,
Supertramp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Scratch Acid,
The Slackers,
Country Teasers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mars,
Connie Case,
In Retrospect,
Warren Ellis,
Deadbeat,
The Beau Brummels,
Grauzone,
Absolute Body Control,
The Remains,
Kurtis Blow,
The Walker Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.