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 New Zealand and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Ice-T to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Neil Young,
Faraquet,
D'Angelo,
Kerri Chandler,
The Birthday Party,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
CMW,
Skarface,
The Cure,
the Germs,
Ronnie Foster,
Minny Pops,
Gichy Dan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Massinfluence,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Altered Images,
Stereo Dub,
Circle Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
Rites of Spring,
DNA,
Derrick May,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cymande,
Minor Threat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
Nick Fraelich,
Bob Dylan,
Josef K,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Excepter,
Sex Pistols,
the Human League,
the Association,
Slave,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Mills,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter and Kerry,
Yazoo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Outsiders,
John Lydon,
The Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Wells,
Surgeon,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Prunes,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.