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 St Lucia and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Stereo Dub to the electroclash 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Human League,
Los Fastidios,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bauhaus,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barrington Levy,
U.S. Maple,
Bush Tetras,
Archie Shepp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Niagra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Banda Bassotti,
Guru Guru,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Pole,
Surgeon,
Desert Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alton Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultravox,
Prince Buster,
Peter & Gordon,
Carl Craig,
Aswad,
Masters at Work,
Black Bananas,
Zero Boys,
The Fall,
Royal Trux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
KRS-One,
Moebius,
Isaac Hayes,
Altered Images,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABC,
B.T. Express,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television,
Nas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Graham Central Station,
Camberwell Now,
Boz Scaggs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Stooges,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Babytalk,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.