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 Togo and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Lou Christie to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
the Slits,
Fat Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalann,
Mantronix,
The Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
The Music Machine,
Moebius,
Sarah Menescal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Easy Going,
Joe Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
The Divine Comedy,
A Certain Ratio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pylon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ten City,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Green,
Derrick May,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Almond,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stiv Bators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Carl Craig,
Oblivians,
Andrew Hill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Inner City,
Bootsy Collins,
The Birthday Party,
MDC,
Intrusion,
Fatback Band,
Porter Ricks,
Chrome,
The Grass Roots,
Quantec,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacob Miller,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
Rod Modell,
Glenn Branca,
Stereo Dub,
PIL,
Delta 5,
Albert Ayler,
Janne Schatter,
cv313,
Ossler,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.