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 Paris.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rekid,
June Days,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-101,
Junior Murvin,
Main Source,
Gang Green,
Jandek,
Little Man,
Niagra,
Bill Near,
Joey Negro,
Dennis Brown,
Lindisfarne,
The Slits,
Unwound,
Supertramp,
Desert Stars,
Arab on Radar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skaos,
Deepchord,
10cc,
PIL,
Eddi Front,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sandy B,
Brothers Johnson,
Yaz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Sherman,
Nik Kershaw,
Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Young Rascals,
the Bar-Kays,
Smog,
Colin Newman,
Angry Samoans,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang of Four,
Jacques Brel,
Hot Snakes,
Siglo XX,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blues Magoos,
Y Pants,
UT,
Bizarre Inc.,
David McCallum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fugazi,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cymande,
Rites of Spring,
Scratch Acid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.