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 Rwanda and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Slick Rick to the jazz 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Lucky Dragons,
Subhumans,
Absolute Body Control,
T. Rex,
Sugar Minott,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Sneak,
The Dave Clark Five,
K-Klass,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Crime,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pulsallama,
Mad Mike,
New Age Steppers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Association,
Ronan,
Procol Harum,
Iggy Pop,
Suburban Knight,
Dark Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monks,
Flash Fearless,
Anthony Braxton,
Minny Pops,
John Lydon,
The Blackbyrds,
David Axelrod,
Judy Mowatt,
Fugazi,
Niagra,
Sparks,
FM Einheit,
The Misunderstood,
Flamin' Groovies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Letta Mbulu,
The Kinks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Index,
Agitation Free,
New Order,
AZ,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang On A Can,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Hood,
Saccharine Trust,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.