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 Morocco and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Ronan to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slits,
The Last Poets,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Cybotron,
Lucky Dragons,
Bob Dylan,
Scrapy,
Duran Duran,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Remains,
The Fortunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brand Nubian,
Buzzcocks,
Rakim,
The Sonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eli Mardock,
The Move,
Second Layer,
Gong,
Half Japanese,
John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Anakelly,
Dave Gahan,
Sound Behaviour,
Panda Bear,
Steve Hackett,
Minor Threat,
Junior Murvin,
Gabor Szabo,
Anthony Braxton,
Erasure,
Crispian St. Peters,
Youth Brigade,
The Residents,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Count Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radio Birdman,
The Motions,
The Golliwogs,
the Slits,
Pussy Galore,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Supertramp,
Magazine,
Bad Manners,
Desert Stars,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.