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 Bangladesh and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rap 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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?
Fluxion,
The Happenings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Human League,
The Buckinghams,
Essential Logic,
Mr. Review,
The Techniques,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ice-T,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker,
Grauzone,
a-ha,
Ken Boothe,
Alton Ellis,
Chrome,
Goldenarms,
The Stooges,
New Age Steppers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonic Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Flag,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dave Gahan,
The Evens,
Freddie Wadling,
Brothers Johnson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Young Marble Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Motions,
PIL,
Neil Young,
Easy Going,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cymande,
The Gap Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
cv313,
The Vogues,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Busters,
The Fall,
Pagans,
Country Teasers,
Rapeman,
Joe Finger,
The Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
The Zeros,
Lakeside,
Suicide,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blancmange,
Lucky Dragons,
the Germs,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.