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 Bahamas and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dirtbombs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minutemen,
Depeche Mode,
Sugar Minott,
Terrestrial Tones,
Urselle,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Los Fastidios,
Judy Mowatt,
the Association,
Todd Terry,
Flipper,
Clear Light,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra,
Ossler,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül II,
Motorama,
Dennis Brown,
The Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry's Kids,
Guru Guru,
The Offenders,
Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
Deadbeat,
Bluetip,
Average White Band,
Heaven 17,
Youth Brigade,
Reuben Wilson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pussy Galore,
Popol Vuh,
Monolake,
Davy DMX,
Eurythmics,
Erykah Badu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sound,
Barrington Levy,
The Smiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gories,
The Pop Group,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Associates,
Surgeon,
Cheater Slicks,
The Tremeloes,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.