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 Ivory Coast and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Vogues to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Almond,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Doors,
Loose Ends,
Kurtis Blow,
Yazoo,
Ponytail,
Leonard Cohen,
the Normal,
The Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Golliwogs,
ABC,
T. Rex,
The Cowsills,
Man Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hasil Adkins,
Sight & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Henry Cow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mummies,
Lalo Schifrin,
L. Decosne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Sherman,
Lindisfarne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra,
Groovy Waters,
the Slits,
the Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dirtbombs,
Popol Vuh,
Magma,
Brand Nubian,
Prince Buster,
Aloha Tigers,
Hoover,
Amazonics,
E-Dancer,
Pylon,
JFA,
Joy Division,
Brass Construction,
Ornette Coleman,
Spandau Ballet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Fela Kuti,
Young Marble Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smoke,
Junior Murvin,
Agent Orange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Youth Brigade,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.