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 Morocco and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 The Searchers to the techno 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Quadrant,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gories,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glenn Branca,
Inner City,
Derrick May,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sandy B,
Bill Wells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Velvet Underground,
Sister Nancy,
Dennis Brown,
Darondo,
CMW,
Minny Pops,
The Barracudas,
Aaron Thompson,
Circle Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Searchers,
Bush Tetras,
Animal Collective,
Visage,
Donny Hathaway,
The Happenings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Raincoats,
Spoonie Gee,
Steve Hackett,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker,
Dave Gahan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacob Miller,
The Names,
Traffic Nightmare,
The American Breed,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultra Naté,
Boredoms,
the Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Tommy Roe,
Infiniti,
The Dirtbombs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy Collins,
The Star Department,
The Smiths,
The Sound,
The Move,
Graham Central Station,
Second Layer,
Niagra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.