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 Palau and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 kango's stein massive to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Raincoats,
Althea and Donna,
The Busters,
Kaleidoscope,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quantec,
Davy DMX,
Radio Birdman,
June of 44,
The Barracudas,
Chrome,
The Residents,
One Last Wish,
Tommy Roe,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Misunderstood,
Fela Kuti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers,
The Last Poets,
Negative Approach,
The Trojans,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
KRS-One,
K-Klass,
The Vogues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heaven 17,
Skriet,
The Divine Comedy,
Dennis Brown,
Radiohead,
FM Einheit,
Crispian St. Peters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
Toni Rubio,
Boredoms,
Wasted Youth,
John Holt,
Con Funk Shun,
Livin' Joy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marine Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Suburban Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erykah Badu,
Bad Manners,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.