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 Ecuador and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Peter and Kerry to the electroclash 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lucky Dragons,
Aural Exciters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aswad,
MDC,
The Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacob Miller,
Stereo Dub,
Roxy Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wasted Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Loose Ends,
Magma,
Skaos,
Charles Mingus,
Nico,
Talk Talk,
Tommy Roe,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul II Soul,
Mad Mike,
Ornette Coleman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hardrive,
Model 500,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fat Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Throbbing Gristle,
Panda Bear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Simply Red,
Outsiders,
Quando Quango,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mummies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Halsall,
Crooked Eye,
Marvin Gaye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Barrington Levy,
China Crisis,
Peter & Gordon,
Silicon Teens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.