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 Mali 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Robert Palmer 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 Evens to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ohio Players,
The Last Poets,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Darondo,
Isaac Hayes,
Joey Negro,
EPMD,
Rosa Yemen,
Barbara Tucker,
China Crisis,
Severed Heads,
Maurizio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Invisible,
Prince Buster,
Trumans Water,
Swell Maps,
Bill Near,
Kayak,
Metal Thangz,
Spandau Ballet,
Arthur Verocai,
the Swans,
U.S. Maple,
Ultra Naté,
Blancmange,
Absolute Body Control,
R.M.O.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacob Miller,
The Moleskins,
Neu!,
Boredoms,
Grauzone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Moon,
the Normal,
Kas Product,
UT,
Hashim,
Dual Sessions,
The Toasters,
Suburban Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Sparks,
The Fuzztones,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Howard Jones,
Agent Orange,
Agitation Free,
Fad Gadget,
Joyce Sims,
New York Dolls,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.