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 Luxembourg and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Jesper Dahlback to the grunge 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Infiniti,
Marmalade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gories,
Sandy B,
Cal Tjader,
Ice-T,
Funky Four + One,
Buzzcocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed,
Susan Cadogan,
Brick,
PIL,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Animal Collective,
B.T. Express,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T.S.O.L.,
Qualms,
Pylon,
Spoonie Gee,
Josef K,
The Grass Roots,
Aaron Thompson,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
kango's stein massive,
Inner City,
Darondo,
Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
U.S. Maple,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monolake,
Todd Terry,
Peter and Kerry,
Iggy Pop,
Fat Boys,
Whodini,
the Sonics,
John Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Half Japanese,
Ludus,
Intrusion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hashim,
Warsaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Flash Fearless,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vainqueur,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.