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 Czech Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joensuu 1685 to the jazz 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Green,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scientists,
Maurizio,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Starr,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Slits,
Adolescents,
Kenny Larkin,
the Sonics,
Erasure,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visage,
Circle Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Janne Schatter,
Urselle,
Interpol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Altered Images,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Subhumans,
Monolake,
A Certain Ratio,
Rites of Spring,
Negative Approach,
The J.B.'s,
KRS-One,
Sällskapet,
Fluxion,
Icehouse,
Nico,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacob Miller,
Nas,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fall,
Davy DMX,
Rakim,
Au Pairs,
John Holt,
Yazoo,
Amazonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Standells,
T. Rex,
The Dead C,
Procol Harum,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Parrish,
Cluster,
Bootsy Collins,
Section 25,
Guru Guru,
a-ha,
Whodini,
Electric Light Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Loose Ends,
JFA,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.