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 Montenegro and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronnie Foster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul II Soul,
Negative Approach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stetsasonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Can,
Josef K,
Avey Tare,
Terry Callier,
Grey Daturas,
The Moleskins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sight & Sound,
Das Ding,
Boz Scaggs,
Section 25,
Jacques Brel,
Rapeman,
Danielle Patucci,
Gabor Szabo,
Brick,
a-ha,
Quantec,
Rotary Connection,
Roxette,
Shuggie Otis,
Camouflage,
Vainqueur,
The Durutti Column,
Con Funk Shun,
The Trojans,
June of 44,
Chrome,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faraquet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Nico,
Technova,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Pagans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris Corsano,
T. Rex,
Surgeon,
Rod Modell,
The Remains,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Sherman,
Loose Ends,
Oblivians,
Bronski Beat,
David Bowie,
R.M.O.,
Robert Görl,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Halsall,
Minor Threat,
Rites of Spring,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.