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 Angola and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
Bang On A Can,
Wire,
Negative Approach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-101,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stetsasonic,
JFA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Goldenarms,
Moss Icon,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nirvana,
Minutemen,
Slick Rick,
Althea and Donna,
Nico,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Almond,
Eve St. Jones,
Magma,
the Normal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Excepter,
PIL,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yaz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skarface,
Metal Thangz,
The Doors,
Adolescents,
Massinfluence,
Ohio Players,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quando Quango,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harry Pussy,
Second Layer,
Banda Bassotti,
This Heat,
Erasure,
Mars,
Andrew Hill,
Stiv Bators,
Minor Threat,
Japan,
Spoonie Gee,
Alton Ellis,
Swell Maps,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.