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 United Kingdom and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Dave Clark Five to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Sarah Menescal,
Jandek,
Scan 7,
Smog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Underground Resistance,
The Gladiators,
Parry Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
Animal Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Half Japanese,
Lindisfarne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Grey Daturas,
The Tremeloes,
The Move,
Clear Light,
the Human League,
The Music Machine,
Dual Sessions,
The Five Americans,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Stooges,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hoover,
The Remains,
Avey Tare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Almond,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ponytail,
Motorama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Absolute Body Control,
Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Magazine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Depeche Mode,
Malaria!,
Funky Four + One,
Yusef Lateef,
Joy Division,
Eurythmics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Skatalites,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eden Ahbez,
Donald Byrd,
AZ,
The Sonics,
Intrusion,
Swell Maps,
Janne Schatter,
the Association,
The Dead C,
Deadbeat,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.