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 Ghana 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Erasure to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Reuben Wilson,
E-Dancer,
Fela Kuti,
Unrelated Segments,
Television Personalities,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Searchers,
The Barracudas,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Joyce Sims,
Pagans,
Funkadelic,
Alphaville,
Eddi Front,
Kurtis Blow,
Animal Collective,
Second Layer,
Yazoo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Holt,
Moebius,
Negative Approach,
Marc Almond,
T.S.O.L.,
Flipper,
The Litter,
Gang Green,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
AZ,
Mo-Dettes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aswad,
Boredoms,
John Cale,
Icehouse,
Neu!,
James White and The Blacks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Easy Going,
Ultravox,
Toni Rubio,
Nico,
The Selecter,
Main Source,
D'Angelo,
Eric Dolphy,
Tropical Tobacco,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Niagra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eurythmics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.