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 Bologna.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 The Sonics to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The New Christs,
Heaven 17,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T. Rex,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nils Olav,
Rotary Connection,
Brothers Johnson,
Pagans,
Piero Umiliani,
The Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flipper,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Order,
Letta Mbulu,
Sugar Minott,
Duran Duran,
Vainqueur,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vladislav Delay,
Depeche Mode,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gories,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cymande,
Pantaleimon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oneida,
Quando Quango,
The Vogues,
Second Layer,
The Human League,
In Retrospect,
Negative Approach,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doors,
Brand Nubian,
Charles Mingus,
New York Dolls,
Tommy Roe,
One Last Wish,
The Leaves,
Soul II Soul,
Alton Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gichy Dan,
Black Flag,
Slick Rick,
Popol Vuh,
Jandek,
The Evens,
Joey Negro,
Average White Band,
Bang On A Can,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.