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 Dominican Republic and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Dorothy Ashby to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
U.S. Maple,
The Gories,
Lebanon Hanover,
Circle Jerks,
Infiniti,
Bill Near,
Amazonics,
The Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
Hardrive,
ABBA,
The Fuzztones,
Sugar Minott,
The Slackers,
The J.B.'s,
Y Pants,
X-101,
Moebius,
Kerri Chandler,
Michelle Simonal,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül II,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Swell Maps,
Lungfish,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Average White Band,
Bill Wells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris & Cosey,
Ralphi Rosario,
Althea and Donna,
Roxette,
The Stooges,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cybotron,
The Slits,
Organ,
Khruangbin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lindisfarne,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Womack,
The Skatalites,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Trumans Water,
Wolf Eyes,
Neu!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang of Four,
A Certain Ratio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sister Nancy,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.