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 Czech Republic and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Silicon Teens to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Marc Almond,
Minutemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mars,
Gregory Isaacs,
CMW,
Peter and Kerry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minor Threat,
Sun City Girls,
Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monolake,
Lucky Dragons,
The Five Americans,
Danielle Patucci,
Harmonia,
Rites of Spring,
Isaac Hayes,
Juan Atkins,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faust,
Janne Schatter,
Jawbox,
Visage,
Organ,
Shoche,
Moebius,
The Searchers,
Panda Bear,
Eric B and Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pagans,
The Durutti Column,
The Happenings,
The Monks,
Tubeway Army,
Ituana,
Nick Fraelich,
Drexciya,
Motorama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bad Manners,
David McCallum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra,
The Modern Lovers,
Piero Umiliani,
Vainqueur,
Audionom,
the Human League,
Little Man,
The Cramps,
Index,
The Smoke,
Ponytail,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hasil Adkins,
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.