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 Ukraine and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Niagra to the rock 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Germs,
Arthur Verocai,
Toni Rubio,
Lalann,
Bobby Sherman,
Mars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Moon,
Mandrill,
Cymande,
Malaria!,
EPMD,
the Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
The Doors,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bauhaus,
MDC,
Susan Cadogan,
The Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Livin' Joy,
Erasure,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Massinfluence,
The Durutti Column,
Oneida,
FM Einheit,
The Buckinghams,
Althea and Donna,
The Count Five,
Gang of Four,
F. McDonald,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
The Residents,
The Wake,
LL Cool J,
The American Breed,
The Vogues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dead Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Symarip,
Jawbox,
Dave Gahan,
The Moleskins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.