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 Uruguay and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pulsallama to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Ultravox,
Quantec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pulsallama,
Quando Quango,
Outsiders,
Byron Stingily,
Ohio Players,
John Foxx,
The Evens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mummies,
Groovy Waters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Schoolly D,
Lebanon Hanover,
Inner City,
Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Raincoats,
The Golliwogs,
Amazonics,
the Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Near,
The Standells,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Sneak,
Visage,
Lightning Bolt,
Tim Buckley,
Grauzone,
Fela Kuti,
Little Man,
The Mojo Men,
Yaz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Bananas,
Babytalk,
Skaos,
Liliput,
Section 25,
Porter Ricks,
Black Moon,
Derrick Morgan,
Magazine,
The Velvet Underground,
The United States of America,
Patti Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Searchers,
The Cowsills,
Don Cherry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joey Negro,
David Axelrod,
Radiohead,
Sandy B,
Rakim,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.