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 Mauritania and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the techno 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Ronan,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Near,
Dual Sessions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Foxx,
Moebius,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moss Icon,
Vladislav Delay,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Slick Rick,
the Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Outsiders,
Lindisfarne,
The Fuzztones,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
The Gun Club,
Excepter,
Robert Görl,
The Selecter,
David Bowie,
Masters at Work,
The Cure,
The Offenders,
Shoche,
Eric Dolphy,
Ice-T,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deakin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Mills,
Half Japanese,
H. Thieme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Susan Cadogan,
Eurythmics,
Grauzone,
Crime,
Pagans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pussy Galore,
Shuggie Otis,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Copeland,
The Monks,
Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The J.B.'s,
Dead Boys,
D'Angelo,
Warsaw,
The Smiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.