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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Fela Kuti,
The Cramps,
Saccharine Trust,
Crooked Eye,
World's Most,
Anakelly,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Modern Lovers,
Rapeman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Darondo,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiohead,
Erykah Badu,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mojo Men,
Fatback Band,
Pierre Henry,
Visage,
Joey Negro,
D'Angelo,
Hashim,
Shuggie Otis,
The Trojans,
Mission of Burma,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wings,
Joensuu 1685,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nik Kershaw,
New Order,
John Lydon,
a-ha,
Jeff Mills,
Prince Buster,
Juan Atkins,
Cymande,
Little Man,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül II,
The Fall,
Peter & Gordon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sister Nancy,
FM Einheit,
Nirvana,
Trumans Water,
Brothers Johnson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Stooges,
Das Ding,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Offenders,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Swans,
Sixth Finger,
LL Cool J,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.