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 Colombia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Sparks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Görl,
The Human League,
Easy Going,
The Misunderstood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joyce Sims,
Wire,
Michelle Simonal,
Pussy Galore,
Panda Bear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gladiators,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Toasters,
Maurizio,
Rites of Spring,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pop Group,
Fat Boys,
Mission of Burma,
The Litter,
Rotary Connection,
Eli Mardock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Supertramp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Style,
Funkadelic,
Niagra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Josef K,
Amazonics,
Ice-T,
The Barracudas,
Youth Brigade,
Camberwell Now,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Trojans,
Skriet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boz Scaggs,
Yellowson,
Erykah Badu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.