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 Greece and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Black Pus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
Supertramp,
Scientists,
The Techniques,
the Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
Deadbeat,
Dorothy Ashby,
The United States of America,
Camouflage,
Black Flag,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalann,
Babytalk,
Dead Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Von Mondo,
The Moleskins,
Bush Tetras,
World's Most,
L. Decosne,
Michelle Simonal,
The Litter,
Neu!,
Godley & Creme,
The Standells,
Anakelly,
The Fuzztones,
Stiv Bators,
Model 500,
Fat Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flash Fearless,
Simply Red,
Maurizio,
Au Pairs,
Fad Gadget,
Sarah Menescal,
AZ,
Adolescents,
Metal Thangz,
Eurythmics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dave Gahan,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scrapy,
The Index,
Brass Construction,
The Remains,
Danielle Patucci,
Flipper,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moebius,
Camberwell Now,
Make Up,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sällskapet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Teasers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.