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 Argentina 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Severed Heads to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Smog,
Arcadia,
Deadbeat,
Warsaw,
The Searchers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vainqueur,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
UT,
Roy Ayers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Pantytec,
Trumans Water,
Barry Ungar,
Brand Nubian,
Rufus Thomas,
Dead Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fall,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monks,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy Collins,
Sällskapet,
Crooked Eye,
The Residents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Prince Buster,
The Move,
L. Decosne,
Gang Starr,
Drive Like Jehu,
Index,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry's Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Reuben Wilson,
The Zeros,
Ultravox,
The Fortunes,
Simply Red,
Man Parrish,
Skarface,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Marcia Griffiths,
cv313,
Sarah Menescal,
Minor Threat,
Masters at Work,
Cheater Slicks,
Nils Olav,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unrelated Segments,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.