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 Niger and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Michelle Simonal to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Red Krayola,
Pierre Henry,
New Order,
The Names,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Techniques,
The Offenders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
Marine Girls,
KRS-One,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tears for Fears,
Jacob Miller,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cecil Taylor,
Motorama,
Dead Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masters at Work,
Organ,
Whodini,
Drexciya,
The Count Five,
Graham Central Station,
The Cure,
Easy Going,
Blake Baxter,
Byron Stingily,
Essential Logic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Howard Jones,
Q and Not U,
Clear Light,
Fat Boys,
Loose Ends,
T. Rex,
Joey Negro,
Pantaleimon,
the Human League,
Joe Finger,
Derrick May,
Ken Boothe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mo-Dettes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Janne Schatter,
Glenn Branca,
the Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Technova,
Johnny Clarke,
Audionom,
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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.