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 Bahamas and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Bluetip to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Real Kids,
Babytalk,
Absolute Body Control,
Alphaville,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lyres,
Shuggie Otis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Style,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sound Behaviour,
The New Christs,
Royal Trux,
Gang Green,
Yaz,
The Modern Lovers,
Das Ding,
Johnny Clarke,
The Young Rascals,
Lalann,
The Beau Brummels,
MDC,
Letta Mbulu,
John Holt,
Organ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Leaves,
The Velvet Underground,
Cheater Slicks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fortunes,
Schoolly D,
Soft Machine,
10cc,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Franke,
The Barracudas,
Marc Almond,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doors,
David Bowie,
Q and Not U,
Whodini,
Rhythm & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Zero Boys,
X-102,
Motorama,
X-101,
New Age Steppers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.