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 Mexico and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Henry Cow,
Cluster,
the Bar-Kays,
Vladislav Delay,
Barry Ungar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Graham Central Station,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mummies,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Image Ltd.,
Y Pants,
John Holt,
Spoonie Gee,
Half Japanese,
Suicide,
Trumans Water,
Yazoo,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joy Division,
Franke,
The Gap Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Von Mondo,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gun Club,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül II,
Minny Pops,
Easy Going,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Music Machine,
The Cowsills,
Donny Hathaway,
Letta Mbulu,
Severed Heads,
The Fuzztones,
Altered Images,
MDC,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Associates,
The Gladiators,
Pantytec,
David Bowie,
Young Marble Giants,
China Crisis,
The Stooges,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Halsall,
Flipper,
F. McDonald,
The Doors,
Anakelly,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.