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 Ireland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the disco 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Eve St. Jones,
Trumans Water,
These Immortal Souls,
D'Angelo,
Mission of Burma,
Urselle,
Bluetip,
The Cure,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultra Naté,
Maurizio,
Deepchord,
The Searchers,
Derrick Morgan,
Crash Course in Science,
Grey Daturas,
Camouflage,
Kurtis Blow,
Fela Kuti,
the Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
K-Klass,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Accadde A,
Section 25,
Interpol,
Cameo,
Quadrant,
Camberwell Now,
the Bar-Kays,
Skarface,
ABBA,
Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
The Associates,
Cybotron,
The Knickerbockers,
The Buckinghams,
The Sonics,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young,
Joe Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
DNA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Invisible,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minnie Riperton,
Los Fastidios,
the Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Görl,
Nas,
Cal Tjader,
The Kinks,
48th St. Collective,
Kayak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Normal,
The Names,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.