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 Liechtenstein and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Sound to the punk 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Arcadia,
FM Einheit,
Stereo Dub,
The Moleskins,
AZ,
Ice-T,
Althea and Donna,
The Trojans,
Severed Heads,
Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mad Mike,
Von Mondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Terry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blackbyrds,
Das Ding,
The Zeros,
The Slackers,
Bronski Beat,
Masters at Work,
Spandau Ballet,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Almond,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick May,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Real Kids,
UT,
The Victims,
Dawn Penn,
Interpol,
Moebius,
Lou Reed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ten City,
Quantec,
Dave Gahan,
La Düsseldorf,
Tommy Roe,
Junior Murvin,
Parry Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jandek,
Qualms,
Delta 5,
This Heat,
New York Dolls,
Theoretical Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tres Demented,
Chris Corsano,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers,
Peter and Kerry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.