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 Philippines and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Cure to the rap 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Michelle Simonal,
Marvin Gaye,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erykah Badu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Associates,
Circle Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
CMW,
Rapeman,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick Morgan,
Rites of Spring,
Freddie Wadling,
Pole,
Morten Harket,
Danielle Patucci,
Radio Birdman,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra,
Delta 5,
Arcadia,
Newcleus,
Hot Snakes,
B.T. Express,
Sandy B,
Jeff Mills,
Agitation Free,
Graham Central Station,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Dolphy,
In Retrospect,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül,
Jandek,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Roger Hodgson,
Japan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joy Division,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Marshall Jefferson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eve St. Jones,
Popol Vuh,
The Durutti Column,
John Cale,
Pagans,
The Grass Roots,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Near,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tim Buckley,
Stetsasonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.