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 Romania and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sparks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Altered Images,
Index,
ABC,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Popol Vuh,
X-101,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dark Day,
a-ha,
Althea and Donna,
The Mojo Men,
Clear Light,
Todd Terry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pussy Galore,
Moss Icon,
The Dead C,
the Swans,
Hoover,
The Slackers,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker,
Arcadia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Schoolly D,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ice-T,
Pagans,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Order,
Franke,
Icehouse,
Intrusion,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Slits,
Nas,
Vladislav Delay,
the Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Red Krayola,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Vainqueur,
The Tremeloes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Skatalites,
The Vogues,
Flipper,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.