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 Cameroon and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Modern Lovers to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Simply Red,
Isaac Hayes,
Maurizio,
ABBA,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Sherman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maleditus Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Dolphy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suburban Knight,
Scrapy,
Little Man,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Move,
The Gap Band,
Neu!,
Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
Erasure,
Gang of Four,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visage,
Cameo,
Lyres,
China Crisis,
The Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nik Kershaw,
Mars,
Silicon Teens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Copeland,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
Scan 7,
Godley & Creme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
The Pretty Things,
Moss Icon,
Jerry's Kids,
Surgeon,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young,
Michelle Simonal,
Unwound,
The Smiths,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.