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 Bolivia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lebanon Hanover to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Dual Sessions,
Aloha Tigers,
48th St. Collective,
Mantronix,
Inner City,
The Stooges,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barbara Tucker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soulsonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Khruangbin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
The Martian,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Womack,
Angry Samoans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABBA,
The Zeros,
Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Young Rascals,
Marine Girls,
Fear,
Interpol,
Ice-T,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mad Mike,
Von Mondo,
Malaria!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mark Hollis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Panda Bear,
Barrington Levy,
Radiopuhelimet,
K-Klass,
Subhumans,
Boz Scaggs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Parry Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Saccharine Trust,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yazoo,
Arab on Radar,
Bad Manners,
Flash Fearless,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.