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 Mongolia and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Faust to the crunk 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Metal Thangz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gun Club,
Fad Gadget,
Marvin Gaye,
DNA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Michelle Simonal,
Lyres,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television,
Pere Ubu,
the Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Depeche Mode,
Kerri Chandler,
Connie Case,
D'Angelo,
The Fortunes,
Todd Terry,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sister Nancy,
The Raincoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Inner City,
Black Bananas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Sneak,
The Moody Blues,
Idris Muhammad,
The Five Americans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Average White Band,
Jeff Mills,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Vogues,
Y Pants,
AZ,
Tommy Roe,
Altered Images,
Adolescents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nirvana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
JFA,
48th St. Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul II Soul,
Hardrive,
Outsiders,
Easy Going,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
CMW,
Niagra,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gap Band,
Joensuu 1685,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.