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 Grenada and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mummies to the rock 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Funkadelic,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Bourne,
Mars,
the Bar-Kays,
Hasil Adkins,
Joey Negro,
Mad Mike,
X-Ray Spex,
Rekid,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Tremeloes,
In Retrospect,
Girls At Our Best!,
Niagra,
Wings,
Amon Düül,
Siglo XX,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül II,
Amazonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Buzzcocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Martian,
Anthony Braxton,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Hill,
Gichy Dan,
Lightning Bolt,
Aswad,
The Remains,
Babytalk,
Tears for Fears,
Kevin Saunderson,
Desert Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Happenings,
The Cowsills,
Stereo Dub,
ABBA,
Crime,
Moebius,
Dave Gahan,
K-Klass,
The Standells,
LL Cool J,
Deadbeat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Outsiders,
The Grass Roots,
Stiv Bators,
Marine Girls,
Model 500,
Qualms,
FM Einheit,
Lindisfarne,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.