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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Electric Prunes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Kayak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Average White Band,
Joy Division,
New Age Steppers,
Mo-Dettes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Silicon Teens,
LL Cool J,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scion,
The Slits,
Alton Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Flag,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blancmange,
The Mojo Men,
Parry Music,
Iggy Pop,
Bang On A Can,
The Remains,
The Tremeloes,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agitation Free,
Faust,
The Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
The Vogues,
Maleditus Sound,
Von Mondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Con Funk Shun,
Funkadelic,
The Red Krayola,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Animal Collective,
The Five Americans,
The Golliwogs,
Bronski Beat,
Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yaz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Jeff Lynne,
The Star Department,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smiths,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.