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 Benin and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Shadows of Knight to the rock 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Television,
John Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
John Foxx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Kinks,
Radiohead,
Scan 7,
The Seeds,
The Remains,
Main Source,
Darondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blossom Toes,
Subhumans,
Neil Young,
David Bowie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magma,
Danielle Patucci,
Fluxion,
Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yellowson,
The Moleskins,
a-ha,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sandy B,
Scion,
B.T. Express,
Amazonics,
Underground Resistance,
Buzzcocks,
Camberwell Now,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Toasters,
Sight & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Circle Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sexual Harrassment,
U.S. Maple,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glenn Branca,
The Victims,
Mad Mike,
Dead Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skriet,
Robert Hood,
JFA,
New Age Steppers,
The Searchers,
The Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.