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 Brazil and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 The Modern Lovers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Clear Light,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wings,
The Blackbyrds,
The Happenings,
Minny Pops,
Roxy Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cecil Taylor,
Nas,
Lou Christie,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sight & Sound,
EPMD,
The Vogues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Altered Images,
Swell Maps,
Charles Mingus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yazoo,
Joey Negro,
Prince Buster,
The Wake,
Brass Construction,
Lyres,
Fluxion,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Zapp,
Mr. Review,
Brothers Johnson,
The Durutti Column,
Boredoms,
Peter & Gordon,
Agitation Free,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris Corsano,
Zero Boys,
Dawn Penn,
PIL,
Pole,
The Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Associates,
Q65,
Nik Kershaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ludus,
D'Angelo,
Barry Ungar,
Eve St. Jones,
Magma,
Fad Gadget,
Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Underground Resistance,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.