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 Switzerland and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Desert Stars to the jazz 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The Fortunes,
kango's stein massive,
Mission of Burma,
Blake Baxter,
Tomorrow,
Pole,
Amon Düül II,
Tim Buckley,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kas Product,
The Evens,
Ponytail,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash,
Malaria!,
Lower 48,
New York Dolls,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
The Gun Club,
The Five Americans,
Rosa Yemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suicide,
Rod Modell,
The Monochrome Set,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Hill,
Faust,
Ronan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sight & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nils Olav,
Dave Gahan,
The Cure,
Faraquet,
The Doors,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick Morgan,
Hasil Adkins,
Accadde A,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
F. McDonald,
Judy Mowatt,
Dawn Penn,
KRS-One,
The Vogues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
cv313,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.