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 Luxembourg and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 Deakin to the electroclash 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Deakin,
Con Funk Shun,
Nico,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stetsasonic,
Lindisfarne,
Deepchord,
Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Brass Construction,
The American Breed,
Grauzone,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neu!,
Eurythmics,
Warsaw,
Sandy B,
The Divine Comedy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shoche,
Average White Band,
Spoonie Gee,
New York Dolls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Das Ding,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Almond,
Panda Bear,
Connie Case,
Althea and Donna,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Green,
Soulsonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
The Moleskins,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare,
Silicon Teens,
Technova,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sixth Finger,
Colin Newman,
Sparks,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Mills,
Gichy Dan,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Sonics,
Main Source,
Buzzcocks,
Rod Modell,
The Count Five,
Cecil Taylor,
F. McDonald,
Make Up,
The Standells,
David McCallum,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.