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 Guinea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flesh Eaters to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Fugazi,
Maleditus Sound,
Hardrive,
The Count Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Motions,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Slave,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suburban Knight,
The American Breed,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Near,
Spoonie Gee,
The Happenings,
Pantytec,
the Germs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boredoms,
Interpol,
Howard Jones,
The Standells,
Crime,
Moebius,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masters at Work,
the Association,
Kerri Chandler,
Tim Buckley,
Cybotron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Main Source,
Icehouse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moleskins,
The United States of America,
World's Most,
Barry Ungar,
Suicide,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deepchord,
Bluetip,
Au Pairs,
Fat Boys,
Fela Kuti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Severed Heads,
Godley & Creme,
The Angels of Light,
Simply Red,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dave Gahan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Martian,
Ultravox,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.