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 India and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Pantytec,
Country Teasers,
Anakelly,
Wolf Eyes,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Starr,
Cameo,
The Slits,
Quadrant,
One Last Wish,
The Moleskins,
June of 44,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oblivians,
The Velvet Underground,
Brass Construction,
Erasure,
Kerri Chandler,
Cymande,
Sister Nancy,
The Mojo Men,
The Invisible,
The Cramps,
Sound Behaviour,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Technova,
Byron Stingily,
Outsiders,
Minnie Riperton,
The Index,
Khruangbin,
Panda Bear,
Alison Limerick,
The Dirtbombs,
Yazoo,
Bill Wells,
Tom Boy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Normal,
FM Einheit,
Yellowson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Absolute Body Control,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eddi Front,
Trumans Water,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Fraelich,
ABC,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Malaria!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Janne Schatter,
Q65,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.