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 Latvia 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Circle Jerks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Youth Brigade,
Quantec,
Q and Not U,
Bluetip,
The Offenders,
The Happenings,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Bauhaus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
ABC,
Pere Ubu,
Liliput,
Donny Hathaway,
Los Fastidios,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalann,
Sight & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
The Human League,
Whodini,
The Victims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jimmy McGriff,
MDC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Almond,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slackers,
The Pretty Things,
Kayak,
The Fuzztones,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blossom Toes,
The Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlback,
D'Angelo,
Q65,
The Martian,
Public Enemy,
Sparks,
Stetsasonic,
Iggy Pop,
John Holt,
Zapp,
Clear Light,
Wasted Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül II,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.