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 Nicaragua and from Lagos.
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 Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Lindisfarne,
Lou Christie,
The Last Poets,
Radiopuhelimet,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DNA,
The Smoke,
Cameo,
Q and Not U,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cowsills,
Kaleidoscope,
The Techniques,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alison Limerick,
Radio Birdman,
Peter and Kerry,
Grauzone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camouflage,
Ten City,
Sound Behaviour,
Cymande,
Scott Walker,
Funky Four + One,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agent Orange,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Style,
The Count Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Babytalk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun City Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Delta 5,
Wings,
Negative Approach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erykah Badu,
Rufus Thomas,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Copeland,
Pantaleimon,
B.T. Express,
The Doors,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Lower 48,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
EPMD,
The Skatalites,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.