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 Bolivia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Adolescents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fear,
World's Most,
The Human League,
DNA,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pretty Things,
Duran Duran,
The Offenders,
John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
Carl Craig,
Connie Case,
The Litter,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy Collins,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Clarke,
Chrome,
Pagans,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eurythmics,
Gong,
Crime,
The Mojo Men,
LL Cool J,
FM Einheit,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drexciya,
Con Funk Shun,
Wally Richardson,
Gang of Four,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacques Brel,
The Busters,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Copeland,
Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delta 5,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris & Cosey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cure,
UT,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Rundgren,
Minor Threat,
Joy Division,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.