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 Georgia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Michelle Simonal to the rap 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers,
Stockholm Monsters,
F. McDonald,
The Gap Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Starr,
Chrome,
T. Rex,
Zero Boys,
Robert Görl,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Almond,
Rites of Spring,
Main Source,
Piero Umiliani,
Davy DMX,
8 Eyed Spy,
June Days,
Al Stewart,
David Axelrod,
Steve Hackett,
The Litter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Style,
EPMD,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alice Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Charles Mingus,
Malaria!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suburban Knight,
Arab on Radar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pylon,
Scan 7,
Jacob Miller,
Faust,
World's Most,
48th St. Collective,
Byron Stingily,
The Gun Club,
Interpol,
Terry Callier,
Skarface,
China Crisis,
Marvin Gaye,
MDC,
Masters at Work,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust,
Television,
Glenn Branca,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.