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 Guatemala and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hardrive to the electroclash 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
X-102,
Index,
The Gap Band,
Althea and Donna,
Goldenarms,
Tom Boy,
Barrington Levy,
Urselle,
Joey Negro,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
New York Dolls,
Unwound,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yazoo,
Japan,
UT,
PIL,
Depeche Mode,
Suicide,
Bush Tetras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pulsallama,
Mission of Burma,
Aswad,
the Sonics,
The Real Kids,
Camouflage,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxette,
Scott Walker,
Darondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacob Miller,
Gong,
Wally Richardson,
Pagans,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vainqueur,
cv313,
Bobby Sherman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quadrant,
the Human League,
Scratch Acid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pretty Things,
Ten City,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxy Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boredoms,
Robert Hood,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.