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 Nicaragua 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
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 chamberlin 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 Oneida to the punk 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Scion,
The Red Krayola,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cowsills,
The Gap Band,
The Searchers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Count Five,
Sandy B,
The Sound,
Unwound,
Cluster,
The Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick Morgan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ten City,
Donald Byrd,
June of 44,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brothers Johnson,
Stiv Bators,
Niagra,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Görl,
Agent Orange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delta 5,
The Leaves,
Kayak,
Cameo,
The Index,
Faust,
David Axelrod,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalann,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yazoo,
The Slits,
Dead Boys,
UT,
Pantaleimon,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Christie,
Dawn Penn,
Nico,
Kevin Saunderson,
David McCallum,
Swans,
New Order,
Gang of Four,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dead C,
Youth Brigade,
Yaz,
Vladislav Delay,
EPMD,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.