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 Laos and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Television to the funk 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Archie Shepp,
The Victims,
Ronnie Foster,
Hoover,
Alison Limerick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dark Day,
Leonard Cohen,
Essential Logic,
Lightning Bolt,
Susan Cadogan,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Half Japanese,
Smog,
Connie Case,
Lou Christie,
The Zeros,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Hood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalann,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Byron Stingily,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Busters,
Prince Buster,
Lower 48,
Peter and Kerry,
ABBA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slick Rick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Almond,
Roxy Music,
Jerry's Kids,
Slave,
DJ Sneak,
Pere Ubu,
Eddi Front,
Gabor Szabo,
Janne Schatter,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Angels of Light,
This Heat,
Pantaleimon,
Sparks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smoke,
Bronski Beat,
Wolf Eyes,
Yaz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ossler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.