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 Fiji and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Harpers Bizarre to the electroclash 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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Last Poets,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cybotron,
Section 25,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Eric Copeland,
Bauhaus,
Fugazi,
Pussy Galore,
Bad Manners,
The Evens,
Sun City Girls,
One Last Wish,
UT,
Sandy B,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Teasers,
Chrome,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Hot Snakes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Martian,
The Neon Judgement,
Hashim,
Underground Resistance,
Outsiders,
Mission of Burma,
Stiv Bators,
The Dirtbombs,
Subhumans,
Ice-T,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Saints,
The Pretty Things,
Eurythmics,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Zeros,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Absolute Body Control,
DNA,
The Fugs,
June of 44,
New Order,
the Human League,
Adolescents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Kinks,
48th St. Collective,
Davy DMX,
Kas Product,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABC,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.