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 Eritrea and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Big Daddy Kane to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Smog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Order,
Pantytec,
Spandau Ballet,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Whodini,
Drexciya,
Half Japanese,
Hasil Adkins,
Babytalk,
The Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
the Germs,
Brass Construction,
Connie Case,
Alison Limerick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siglo XX,
Cameo,
Ludus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smiths,
Deadbeat,
Dark Day,
The Victims,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Gang of Four,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tubeway Army,
T.S.O.L.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swell Maps,
Mr. Review,
Crispian St. Peters,
E-Dancer,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Kinks,
X-Ray Spex,
David Axelrod,
Byron Stingily,
The Dirtbombs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mandrill,
The Pretty Things,
Ornette Coleman,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed,
Roxette,
June Days,
Ten City,
Ohio Players,
Cybotron,
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.