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 Indonesia and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Remains 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mummies,
Tres Demented,
Ultravox,
Sonic Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lungfish,
Danielle Patucci,
Essential Logic,
Althea and Donna,
Intrusion,
Delta 5,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smiths,
Roxette,
The Last Poets,
Boredoms,
Robert Hood,
The Gap Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Residents,
Alphaville,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Surgeon,
Don Cherry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sparks,
Patti Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Adolescents,
Youth Brigade,
Lindisfarne,
Wasted Youth,
Public Enemy,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers,
The Young Rascals,
Los Fastidios,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Lynne,
Rekid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mission of Burma,
Brand Nubian,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Copeland,
MDC,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris Corsano,
Fad Gadget,
The Pop Group,
Suicide,
Index,
The Skatalites,
Aswad,
The Pretty Things,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Teasers,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.