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 Nauru and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grunge 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Suicide,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scion,
Funkadelic,
Max Romeo,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Hill,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barry Ungar,
Joyce Sims,
Funky Four + One,
Bob Dylan,
Fugazi,
Blossom Toes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terry Callier,
Hoover,
Gabor Szabo,
John Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacques Brel,
D'Angelo,
The Happenings,
Eli Mardock,
June Days,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joey Negro,
David Axelrod,
Stetsasonic,
Radiohead,
T.S.O.L.,
Dennis Brown,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Fraelich,
Reuben Wilson,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
The Saints,
Sister Nancy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Mills,
Essential Logic,
Don Cherry,
Oblivians,
Television,
Scientists,
Bobby Sherman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gap Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kenny Larkin,
Kayak,
Motorama,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.