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 Lebanon and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Chris Corsano,
Curtis Mayfield,
China Crisis,
Lalo Schifrin,
James White and The Blacks,
U.S. Maple,
Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Newcleus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Sherman,
Franke,
Cluster,
Harmonia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Tom Boy,
Deadbeat,
Rekid,
10cc,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Patti Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Busters,
The Pop Group,
T.S.O.L.,
FM Einheit,
the Germs,
Section 25,
Depeche Mode,
Livin' Joy,
Tears for Fears,
T. Rex,
Maurizio,
The Knickerbockers,
Main Source,
The Vogues,
The Stooges,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Holt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ice-T,
Leonard Cohen,
The United States of America,
R.M.O.,
Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mark Hollis,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Lydon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.