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 Philippines and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Angels of Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Ponytail,
Kurtis Blow,
Bad Manners,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Count Five,
Scientists,
Dual Sessions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unrelated Segments,
X-Ray Spex,
Freddie Wadling,
Grauzone,
DJ Style,
Dave Gahan,
Royal Trux,
The Motions,
Barbara Tucker,
Silicon Teens,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funky Four + One,
The Five Americans,
Faust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yazoo,
Chris & Cosey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alphaville,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Niagra,
Y Pants,
Chrome,
Sex Pistols,
Howard Jones,
Gong,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Intrusion,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Lydon,
Mark Hollis,
Arcadia,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.