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 Brazil and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Bill Wells 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dave Gahan,
China Crisis,
Ludus,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gories,
Oneida,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra,
Sparks,
Idris Muhammad,
Faust,
Massinfluence,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Prince Buster,
L. Decosne,
The Last Poets,
Black Pus,
New York Dolls,
Liliput,
Davy DMX,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kurtis Blow,
Sugar Minott,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Near,
Josef K,
The Angels of Light,
Junior Murvin,
The Monochrome Set,
Hoover,
Fatback Band,
Lou Christie,
Colin Newman,
Nik Kershaw,
Stiv Bators,
Thee Headcoats,
The Zeros,
Agitation Free,
Intrusion,
Toni Rubio,
LL Cool J,
Nick Fraelich,
Circle Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Banda Bassotti,
Soulsonic Force,
Radio Birdman,
Ultra Naté,
The Trojans,
Mr. Review,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.