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 Sudan and from Bologna.
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 Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Japan 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Section 25,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare,
Janne Schatter,
Little Man,
Amazonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker,
Tres Demented,
The Barracudas,
Lucky Dragons,
Panda Bear,
Minutemen,
Quando Quango,
The Stooges,
Lou Christie,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Green,
Echospace,
Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Intrusion,
Country Teasers,
Tears for Fears,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick May,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Sherman,
Mad Mike,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Young Rascals,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mojo Men,
Harpers Bizarre,
Guru Guru,
Graham Central Station,
The Associates,
Neu!,
Cymande,
La Düsseldorf,
Cecil Taylor,
The Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rod Modell,
Marmalade,
Ponytail,
Althea and Donna,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.