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 Lille.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 The Zeros to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Porter Ricks,
Liliput,
Q65,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smiths,
Swell Maps,
Jacob Miller,
Au Pairs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Negative Approach,
Malaria!,
Radio Birdman,
Erasure,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris & Cosey,
The Leaves,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Tremeloes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Sherman,
Excepter,
Mark Hollis,
Yusef Lateef,
Dark Day,
Kurtis Blow,
Japan,
Pulsallama,
Cluster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funkadelic,
Moebius,
Tubeway Army,
Brand Nubian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rakim,
Black Moon,
H. Thieme,
The Evens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Offenders,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Martian,
the Fania All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
John Holt,
Underground Resistance,
X-Ray Spex,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deepchord,
The Slits,
Organ,
A Certain Ratio,
Eve St. Jones,
Ice-T,
Silicon Teens,
CMW,
Zapp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Godley & Creme,
The Searchers,
Pantytec,
The Barracudas,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.