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 Iraq and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Donald Fagen 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 Wings to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Dead Boys,
the Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zapp,
Howard Jones,
The Invisible,
The Stooges,
Los Fastidios,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Leonard Cohen,
Ice-T,
The Techniques,
Byron Stingily,
Basic Channel,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultra Naté,
Lyres,
AZ,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Residents,
Livin' Joy,
the Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Slave,
Niagra,
Lou Christie,
Monolake,
Metal Thangz,
The Gories,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
Masters at Work,
Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Josef K,
Fluxion,
Vainqueur,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Martian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Porter Ricks,
Trumans Water,
the Normal,
Audionom,
The Saints,
Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
The Skatalites,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Depeche Mode,
The Star Department,
Bootsy Collins,
Dual Sessions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Iggy Pop,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.