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 Jordan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
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 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 Dave Gahan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
DJ Sneak,
The Litter,
Quantec,
Siglo XX,
The New Christs,
Sun City Girls,
Schoolly D,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Neon Judgement,
Zero Boys,
The Trojans,
John Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Aaron Thompson,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Order,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joyce Sims,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-101,
Fugazi,
The Offenders,
Q65,
The Gun Club,
Donald Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Kurtis Blow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Leaves,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Byron Stingily,
Patti Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
MDC,
Mad Mike,
Bronski Beat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monks,
Visage,
Popol Vuh,
Alphaville,
Sunsets and Hearts,
China Crisis,
Stiv Bators,
Soulsonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
Motorama,
Junior Murvin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Davy DMX,
Average White Band,
The Raincoats,
The Fall,
Suburban Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
OOIOO,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.