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 Turkey and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 T.S.O.L. to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marine Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monochrome Set,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers,
Massinfluence,
Average White Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
Absolute Body Control,
Vainqueur,
Roger Hodgson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Wake,
Rotary Connection,
Liliput,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Schoolly D,
Buzzcocks,
Deadbeat,
Mars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fat Boys,
Lou Christie,
kango's stein massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
This Heat,
The Saints,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
H. Thieme,
Loose Ends,
Eric Dolphy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Litter,
Malaria!,
Marvin Gaye,
China Crisis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moebius,
a-ha,
Organ,
Erykah Badu,
The Evens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Groovy Waters,
Pantytec,
The Toasters,
Ken Boothe,
Tears for Fears,
The Doors,
Gil Scott Heron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.