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 Turkey and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kurtis Blow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerri Chandler,
Ice-T,
The Remains,
the Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Siglo XX,
Althea and Donna,
Lyres,
B.T. Express,
the Slits,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sound,
Scrapy,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T.S.O.L.,
The Divine Comedy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yusef Lateef,
The American Breed,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Slick Rick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Pulsallama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Metal Thangz,
the Association,
ABC,
Average White Band,
Parry Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
the Fania All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moebius,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boredoms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thompson Twins,
Basic Channel,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Teasers,
Bill Near,
Rekid,
Popol Vuh,
Aswad,
The Toasters,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.