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 Tunisia and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Soul Sonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pole,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Terry,
Jacob Miller,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gories,
Basic Channel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacques Brel,
Radiohead,
Camouflage,
Stetsasonic,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pop Group,
Popol Vuh,
Grey Daturas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Michelle Simonal,
Junior Murvin,
Suicide,
Barrington Levy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warren Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
Darondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Skarface,
Masters at Work,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Move,
Todd Rundgren,
The Barracudas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hashim,
Zero Boys,
Ten City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Saints,
Deadbeat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ossler,
Moby Grape,
Q65,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nas,
the Bar-Kays,
Sparks,
Country Teasers,
The Monks,
Guru Guru,
David McCallum,
Eve St. Jones,
Maurizio,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.