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 Brazil and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Simply Red to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blancmange,
Pulsallama,
Cluster,
Q and Not U,
B.T. Express,
Alice Coltrane,
Pylon,
The Leaves,
Grauzone,
D'Angelo,
Gang Starr,
kango's stein massive,
Angry Samoans,
Faust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brand Nubian,
The Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bluetip,
Buzzcocks,
Vladislav Delay,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cure,
L. Decosne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Terry,
Animal Collective,
Camberwell Now,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eyeless In Gaza,
E-Dancer,
The United States of America,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlback,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gichy Dan,
Unwound,
Trumans Water,
Danielle Patucci,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moleskins,
Sam Rivers,
Public Enemy,
Alton Ellis,
Parry Music,
Roxy Music,
Peter & Gordon,
Procol Harum,
The Divine Comedy,
Eddi Front,
Erykah Badu,
Pagans,
Derrick May,
Newcleus,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.