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 Cape Verde and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deadbeat to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bob Dylan,
Roxette,
The Fuzztones,
Pagans,
Dead Boys,
The Star Department,
Infiniti,
In Retrospect,
Moss Icon,
Blake Baxter,
Swell Maps,
Lucky Dragons,
Cymande,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sandy B,
Sight & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Pussy Galore,
The Gories,
Dennis Brown,
Minutemen,
Excepter,
Idris Muhammad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Toni Rubio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Bourne,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Christie,
Wasted Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Animal Collective,
The Fortunes,
Section 25,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Knickerbockers,
Young Marble Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Technova,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Lungfish,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Standells,
Flipper,
Kerrie Biddell,
Essential Logic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
L. Decosne,
The Stooges,
The Slits,
Marc Almond,
Barbara Tucker,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Newcleus,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.