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 Liberia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bauhaus to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Alice Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick Morgan,
June Days,
Patti Smith,
Schoolly D,
Agitation Free,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Rundgren,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drive Like Jehu,
DNA,
Mandrill,
Juan Atkins,
Radiohead,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang On A Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scrapy,
Thompson Twins,
Eric B and Rakim,
E-Dancer,
The New Christs,
David Axelrod,
Erasure,
Hoover,
Zapp,
Dead Boys,
The Saints,
Bush Tetras,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül II,
The Angels of Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Moby Grape,
Kayak,
Alphaville,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aloha Tigers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The J.B.'s,
Symarip,
Donald Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dave Gahan,
ABC,
Fat Boys,
Vainqueur,
Amazonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Radio Birdman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Grauzone,
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.