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 Japan 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Bauhaus to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Black Sheep,
Quando Quango,
Scratch Acid,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra,
X-101,
Lakeside,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Das Ding,
The American Breed,
Cybotron,
Mantronix,
Joy Division,
Scientists,
Gichy Dan,
The Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
Patti Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suicide,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Bluetip,
T. Rex,
MC5,
The Offenders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Associates,
Index,
Kayak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sugar Minott,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Duran Duran,
Charles Mingus,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Young Rascals,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
Reuben Wilson,
Bob Dylan,
Urselle,
Arab on Radar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Teasers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minor Threat,
Rekid,
L. Decosne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.