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 United States and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Count Five to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Magma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Terry,
Essential Logic,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Moon,
The Trojans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slick Rick,
Chris & Cosey,
Mr. Review,
Ten City,
New Age Steppers,
L. Decosne,
Cymande,
DJ Sneak,
The Moleskins,
Skaos,
Sonic Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Stetsasonic,
The Smiths,
Stiv Bators,
Sister Nancy,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
cv313,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oblivians,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Residents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aural Exciters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moby Grape,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Subhumans,
The Happenings,
Kas Product,
The Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Circle Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Knickerbockers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.