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 Liberia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Motions to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Black Pus,
The Cowsills,
Todd Terry,
Joey Negro,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Germs,
Gabor Szabo,
Soulsonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MDC,
Nas,
H. Thieme,
Dark Day,
Graham Central Station,
Buzzcocks,
Pagans,
The Dead C,
Alison Limerick,
The Smiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quantec,
Massinfluence,
Dead Boys,
Talk Talk,
Fad Gadget,
Rapeman,
The Saints,
Delta 5,
Eddi Front,
Loose Ends,
Depeche Mode,
Scion,
Public Enemy,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Lynne,
Mandrill,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Youth Brigade,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Audionom,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nik Kershaw,
Jawbox,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Hood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Lydon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stereo Dub,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.