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 Korea North and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 a-ha to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agent Orange,
Nick Fraelich,
Darondo,
The Last Poets,
cv313,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Max Romeo,
Nirvana,
Fela Kuti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boredoms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oneida,
The Smiths,
Pere Ubu,
Toni Rubio,
Erykah Badu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Womack,
David Bowie,
Das Ding,
Bobby Sherman,
Silicon Teens,
The Slits,
Ten City,
Television Personalities,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brick,
Rufus Thomas,
June of 44,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy Collins,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cymande,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yellowson,
Hoover,
Mary Jane Girls,
Index,
Bill Near,
Newcleus,
Niagra,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Hill,
Depeche Mode,
Moebius,
Drexciya,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liliput,
Vainqueur,
Sarah Menescal,
Michelle Simonal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scion,
The Vogues,
Second Layer,
JFA,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.