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 Gabon and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the funk 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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?
Flamin' Groovies,
Oblivians,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mad Mike,
Rapeman,
Sonic Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Outsiders,
Lucky Dragons,
Frankie Knuckles,
Silicon Teens,
Ronnie Foster,
Crooked Eye,
Delta 5,
The Slackers,
Shuggie Otis,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Sherman,
the Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Organ,
The Associates,
FM Einheit,
Lyres,
The Skatalites,
Quantec,
Negative Approach,
The Toasters,
The Birthday Party,
Qualms,
Stetsasonic,
The Searchers,
Unwound,
the Association,
Connie Case,
The Offenders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eden Ahbez,
Kas Product,
Dorothy Ashby,
Max Romeo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Thee Headcoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Intrusion,
L. Decosne,
The Raincoats,
Audionom,
Wasted Youth,
The Mummies,
Boz Scaggs,
Rufus Thomas,
In Retrospect,
the Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.