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 Spain and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Modern Lovers to the funk 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gories,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Wyatt,
New Order,
Lower 48,
Sex Pistols,
Mandrill,
Toni Rubio,
Technova,
The Standells,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fuzztones,
Minutemen,
Jeff Lynne,
Warsaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Wake,
Barrington Levy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pylon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Darondo,
Y Pants,
Aloha Tigers,
Roger Hodgson,
Marmalade,
Ossler,
Gichy Dan,
Barbara Tucker,
Tubeway Army,
PIL,
Cameo,
Fatback Band,
The Pretty Things,
The Fall,
The Leaves,
a-ha,
World's Most,
the Slits,
Chrome,
Black Sheep,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visage,
K-Klass,
the Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drexciya,
Main Source,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amazonics,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.