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 Germany and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Raincoats to the rock 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Index,
Derrick Morgan,
Cal Tjader,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zapp,
The Names,
Al Stewart,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers,
Marine Girls,
Faust,
Archie Shepp,
Circle Jerks,
The Doors,
The Seeds,
The Trojans,
Dual Sessions,
Mission of Burma,
The American Breed,
Erykah Badu,
The Zeros,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Christie,
Man Parrish,
Connie Case,
the Association,
Absolute Body Control,
Slave,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delta 5,
Flash Fearless,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joey Negro,
Royal Trux,
Davy DMX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick May,
Neu!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Infiniti,
The Beau Brummels,
R.M.O.,
JFA,
David McCallum,
Pylon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stereo Dub,
Scan 7,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Steve Hackett,
Ludus,
The Blues Magoos,
The Victims,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.