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 Madagascar and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bob Dylan to the rap 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Dave Gahan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mars,
The United States of America,
Bobby Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Scan 7,
Lucky Dragons,
Don Cherry,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Half Japanese,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maurizio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pagans,
Circle Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anakelly,
L. Decosne,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Remains,
Dawn Penn,
Liliput,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Holt,
Shoche,
Scott Walker,
Faust,
Vainqueur,
Siglo XX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wire,
Graham Central Station,
Yusef Lateef,
Stiv Bators,
The Blues Magoos,
Flipper,
Robert Hood,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sister Nancy,
The Sound,
X-101,
Ludus,
The Gap Band,
John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Qualms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Absolute Body Control,
Bronski Beat,
The Modern Lovers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Görl,
Underground Resistance,
MC5,
Ultravox,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.