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 Vanuatu and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Jeff Lynne,
The Grass Roots,
Henry Cow,
Anakelly,
Deakin,
Warsaw,
Neil Young,
Sonic Youth,
Average White Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joyce Sims,
The Victims,
Morten Harket,
The Smiths,
Loose Ends,
cv313,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Inner City,
Scion,
Sun City Girls,
The Evens,
the Bar-Kays,
The Count Five,
Dawn Penn,
Lee Hazlewood,
Motorama,
The Raincoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Martian,
Kenny Larkin,
Minor Threat,
Magma,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gabor Szabo,
Pere Ubu,
Wings,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Trumans Water,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Red Krayola,
Absolute Body Control,
Sugar Minott,
Pylon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yusef Lateef,
Television,
Minnie Riperton,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blancmange,
EPMD,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.