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 Kosovo and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the techno 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Sight & Sound,
The Raincoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faust,
Porter Ricks,
Visage,
Hoover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suicide,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Michelle Simonal,
Index,
Joy Division,
X-101,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Starr,
Zero Boys,
Lou Christie,
Urselle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Fugazi,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
L. Decosne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spandau Ballet,
Symarip,
Matthew Bourne,
Second Layer,
Sun City Girls,
Dark Day,
The Dead C,
Prince Buster,
Ice-T,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
FM Einheit,
Mr. Review,
Agitation Free,
Franke,
China Crisis,
Q and Not U,
Joe Finger,
Joe Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Wasted Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Intrusion,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker,
DJ Sneak,
Pole,
Interpol,
The Residents,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.