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 Honduras and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Visage to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Hot Snakes,
The Vogues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Skaos,
Quantec,
the Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Vainqueur,
MDC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
Liliput,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Suburban Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Associates,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slick Rick,
The Busters,
Cal Tjader,
L. Decosne,
Country Teasers,
The Pretty Things,
Kurtis Blow,
Tom Boy,
Barrington Levy,
Severed Heads,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash,
Symarip,
Albert Ayler,
Fluxion,
DNA,
Dennis Brown,
Buzzcocks,
Ice-T,
The Moleskins,
The Golliwogs,
Josef K,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stockholm Monsters,
Q and Not U,
Joe Finger,
Alison Limerick,
Outsiders,
Scan 7,
Marine Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Ten City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.