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 Antigua and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Henry Cow,
The American Breed,
Roxy Music,
Intrusion,
Youth Brigade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flash Fearless,
Ronnie Foster,
Pylon,
ABC,
Q65,
Porter Ricks,
Das Ding,
Scrapy,
Visage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hot Snakes,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Wells,
Altered Images,
Eric Copeland,
Radio Birdman,
Circle Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Outsiders,
Ken Boothe,
Arcadia,
The Sonics,
The Skatalites,
Dorothy Ashby,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joyce Sims,
The Young Rascals,
Cecil Taylor,
Icehouse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harmonia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sparks,
The Doors,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lower 48,
The Evens,
10cc,
Fatback Band,
The Victims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Groovy Waters,
Kurtis Blow,
Y Pants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultravox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Al Stewart,
The Moody Blues,
Camouflage,
Crash Course in Science,
Letta Mbulu,
Tommy Roe,
Bauhaus,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.