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 Ecuador and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Tres Demented to the dance 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Sparks,
Arab on Radar,
Iggy Pop,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June of 44,
KRS-One,
Byron Stingily,
Pantytec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yazoo,
Marmalade,
Country Teasers,
Oneida,
New Order,
Dorothy Ashby,
Groovy Waters,
Section 25,
Alice Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Prince Buster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Metal Thangz,
The Zeros,
Eurythmics,
Average White Band,
The Motions,
Pagans,
Skriet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ice-T,
The New Christs,
Kerri Chandler,
Pere Ubu,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Mo-Dettes,
Josef K,
Amon Düül II,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Misunderstood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Trumans Water,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Mills,
Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick Morgan,
The Offenders,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Move,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Minny Pops,
Black Flag,
Alton Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
The Stooges,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.