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 San Marino and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skriet to the dance 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cramps,
Circle Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monolake,
U.S. Maple,
ABC,
Marmalade,
Swell Maps,
Reagan Youth,
Eli Mardock,
The Pop Group,
Yaz,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bad Manners,
Hoover,
Colin Newman,
Youth Brigade,
John Foxx,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dirtbombs,
Harry Pussy,
John Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Leaves,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slick Rick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ken Boothe,
Silicon Teens,
Roxy Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Steve Hackett,
cv313,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy Collins,
Liliput,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
the Normal,
Rod Modell,
The Wake,
Erykah Badu,
Sixth Finger,
John Cale,
Icehouse,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hot Snakes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magazine,
Alton Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.