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 Lesotho and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Evens 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Ralphi Rosario,
Piero Umiliani,
Boz Scaggs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
La Düsseldorf,
Section 25,
Bronski Beat,
Oneida,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Cale,
The Fall,
Joyce Sims,
T. Rex,
Shoche,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arcadia,
Kaleidoscope,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ossler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris & Cosey,
Echospace,
Howard Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faraquet,
Lower 48,
The Shadows of Knight,
Desert Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
The Busters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cheater Slicks,
E-Dancer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monks,
The Gun Club,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brothers Johnson,
Stiv Bators,
The Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Moby Grape,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
Excepter,
Popol Vuh,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Albert Ayler,
Symarip,
The Seeds,
Skarface,
Pagans,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.