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 Dominican Republic and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Modern Lovers to the grunge 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Second Layer,
The Barracudas,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gories,
Sun City Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arcadia,
Sixth Finger,
David Bowie,
Eden Ahbez,
Fluxion,
Frankie Knuckles,
FM Einheit,
Das Ding,
Angry Samoans,
Gabor Szabo,
Franke,
Roxy Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed,
Monolake,
The Skatalites,
Aloha Tigers,
The Count Five,
Banda Bassotti,
KRS-One,
Ultra Naté,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Görl,
Agitation Free,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sugar Minott,
Guru Guru,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television,
The Modern Lovers,
Arab on Radar,
Deepchord,
Jeff Mills,
The Smiths,
Michelle Simonal,
a-ha,
Leonard Cohen,
Slave,
Subhumans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nas,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Starr,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Hill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Parry Music,
Sister Nancy,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris Corsano,
Steve Hackett,
Boogie Down Productions,
Icehouse,
Kaleidoscope,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.