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 Micronesia and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Holt to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Thompson Twins,
John Holt,
Jeru the Damaja,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Raincoats,
Fela Kuti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Letta Mbulu,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-101,
Pantytec,
Y Pants,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Almond,
Hardrive,
T.S.O.L.,
Television,
Joey Negro,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
D'Angelo,
The Misunderstood,
The Move,
The Barracudas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bush Tetras,
Junior Murvin,
Sandy B,
Rotary Connection,
The Angels of Light,
LL Cool J,
Ronnie Foster,
Niagra,
The Modern Lovers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donald Byrd,
Chrome,
Faraquet,
Ponytail,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
Sun City Girls,
Motorama,
the Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Rapeman,
Kevin Saunderson,
EPMD,
Blossom Toes,
Byron Stingily,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Certain Ratio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mad Mike,
Pole,
The Walker Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Tubeway Army,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.