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 Guyana and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Circle Jerks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Desert Stars,
The Human League,
The Skatalites,
Livin' Joy,
Alison Limerick,
Fat Boys,
Sex Pistols,
the Germs,
The Count Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monochrome Set,
Echospace,
Brass Construction,
T.S.O.L.,
Goldenarms,
Morten Harket,
Marc Almond,
Audionom,
Arcadia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
Robert Hood,
Au Pairs,
John Lydon,
Pere Ubu,
Erasure,
Joyce Sims,
The Golliwogs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nas,
Oneida,
The Toasters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mandrill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Inner City,
Siglo XX,
The Wake,
Model 500,
Donald Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare,
The Fugs,
Mars,
Main Source,
Patti Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Fear,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra,
Q and Not U,
Royal Trux,
June of 44,
Carl Craig,
Amazonics,
The Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.