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 Germany and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the jazz 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Amazonics,
Vainqueur,
Soft Cell,
Zapp,
Babytalk,
Danielle Patucci,
Maleditus Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cure,
Amon Düül II,
The Red Krayola,
Godley & Creme,
Gastr Del Sol,
D'Angelo,
a-ha,
Au Pairs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
Deadbeat,
Icehouse,
Prince Buster,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Anakelly,
Boz Scaggs,
David Axelrod,
Lucky Dragons,
The Remains,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Symarip,
The United States of America,
Section 25,
Wasted Youth,
Accadde A,
The Knickerbockers,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Whodini,
Infiniti,
The Buckinghams,
Porter Ricks,
Chris Corsano,
T.S.O.L.,
the Fania All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Ultra Naté,
Bobbi Humphrey,
B.T. Express,
Kayak,
Cal Tjader,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.