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 Cameroon and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Curtis Mayfield 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Soft Machine,
Ice-T,
David McCallum,
Slave,
Sonic Youth,
Harmonia,
Popol Vuh,
The Residents,
Technova,
The Buckinghams,
Nirvana,
Mars,
Bootsy Collins,
Sister Nancy,
Judy Mowatt,
Cameo,
The Victims,
The Trojans,
The Gladiators,
Steve Hackett,
Agent Orange,
Roxette,
48th St. Collective,
Mark Hollis,
Scratch Acid,
The Monks,
Essential Logic,
Model 500,
Boz Scaggs,
Dave Gahan,
Urselle,
the Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
Barry Ungar,
Danielle Patucci,
Inner City,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bronski Beat,
Stereo Dub,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun City Girls,
Skaos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
LL Cool J,
Second Layer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Byron Stingily,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Loose Ends,
Duran Duran,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
OOIOO,
Pharoah Sanders,
Easy Going,
Rapeman,
Joyce Sims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.