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 Costa Rica and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Motorama to the punk 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
New York Dolls,
LL Cool J,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Los Fastidios,
Icehouse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Essential Logic,
Ten City,
Pole,
10cc,
Carl Craig,
These Immortal Souls,
Eurythmics,
Gang Starr,
Monolake,
Lower 48,
Eric Copeland,
Arcadia,
The Mummies,
Rapeman,
Smog,
Aural Exciters,
Echospace,
Oblivians,
Television Personalities,
Black Moon,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fugs,
Public Enemy,
Gerry Rafferty,
PIL,
The Music Machine,
The Star Department,
Scrapy,
Adolescents,
Joyce Sims,
The Remains,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantytec,
Lyres,
Throbbing Gristle,
Panda Bear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Litter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deakin,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blancmange,
Janne Schatter,
Yazoo,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Byrd,
the Slits,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.