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 Senegal and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Erasure to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacques Brel,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pole,
UT,
Agent Orange,
Reagan Youth,
Cybotron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cluster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echospace,
Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neu!,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mummies,
Black Flag,
Depeche Mode,
Warsaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dark Day,
Radiohead,
Shuggie Otis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Second Layer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moby Grape,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grey Daturas,
Fluxion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skriet,
Lower 48,
Aural Exciters,
Joyce Sims,
The Fortunes,
Byron Stingily,
The Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
Main Source,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Style,
Boredoms,
Faust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Smog,
Spandau Ballet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dennis Brown,
The Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Los Fastidios,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.