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 Guyana 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Connie Case 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Barracudas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Byron Stingily,
Danielle Patucci,
Easy Going,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jandek,
E-Dancer,
Ken Boothe,
Ultra Naté,
Lalo Schifrin,
Darondo,
Oneida,
Jeru the Damaja,
Altered Images,
Second Layer,
B.T. Express,
Rod Modell,
Ossler,
Model 500,
Trumans Water,
Spandau Ballet,
Adolescents,
Magma,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Brick,
The Martian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Christie,
Sonic Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Sneak,
Little Man,
Steve Hackett,
Fear,
Sight & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swell Maps,
Nik Kershaw,
Pulsallama,
Radiohead,
R.M.O.,
The Gap Band,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Index,
Matthew Bourne,
The Toasters,
Rapeman,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Archie Shepp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liliput,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.