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 Guyana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Alarm Clocks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Clarke,
The Vogues,
Camouflage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kurtis Blow,
Basic Channel,
Minor Threat,
Rekid,
Faraquet,
Moebius,
The Human League,
Swell Maps,
John Cale,
Moby Grape,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Isaac Hayes,
Buzzcocks,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
kango's stein massive,
Franke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Massinfluence,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skarface,
Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Inner City,
Ken Boothe,
Organ,
Sandy B,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Machine,
The Dead C,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shuggie Otis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Bananas,
Slick Rick,
In Retrospect,
Chrome,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Enemy,
EPMD,
Second Layer,
Suicide,
Junior Murvin,
B.T. Express,
Nas,
Bobby Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Minny Pops,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Count Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantytec,
Marvin Gaye,
Au Pairs,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.