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 Ghana and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Ultravox to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Yellowson,
the Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Chrome,
OOIOO,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-102,
Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moleskins,
The Selecter,
Hashim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ossler,
the Bar-Kays,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nirvana,
Skaos,
Infiniti,
Tubeway Army,
Kool Moe Dee,
Second Layer,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed,
Joe Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magma,
Aural Exciters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Depeche Mode,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Divine Comedy,
Graham Central Station,
June of 44,
Swell Maps,
Simply Red,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül,
The Kinks,
Warren Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Glambeats Corp.,
EPMD,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Cale,
Derrick May,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.