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 Lithuania and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Names 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scratch Acid,
Rapeman,
Howard Jones,
Gichy Dan,
Brass Construction,
Newcleus,
David Bowie,
Magazine,
The Techniques,
the Normal,
LL Cool J,
The Residents,
The Names,
Sight & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Connie Case,
The Gories,
Cheater Slicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sound,
The Barracudas,
Tim Buckley,
Ken Boothe,
Outsiders,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Style,
Ituana,
Fela Kuti,
Quadrant,
The Fall,
Traffic Nightmare,
T. Rex,
The Pop Group,
Bill Near,
The Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
Camouflage,
Absolute Body Control,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cure,
June Days,
Malaria!,
The Victims,
Audionom,
Mandrill,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Green,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skaos,
48th St. Collective,
Arcadia,
La Düsseldorf,
Vainqueur,
Eric Dolphy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alice Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.