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 Niger and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Clear Light to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas 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 techno 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Duran Duran,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Count Five,
Mr. Review,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Lynne,
Camouflage,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Negative Approach,
Section 25,
Quadrant,
Bush Tetras,
Skaos,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Lydon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oneida,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stereo Dub,
A Certain Ratio,
cv313,
The Doors,
Mandrill,
Nico,
Newcleus,
Marc Almond,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shoche,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sound,
Faraquet,
Drexciya,
Au Pairs,
Mark Hollis,
Deakin,
D'Angelo,
PIL,
Bootsy Collins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pagans,
John Coltrane,
David Bowie,
Loose Ends,
Minnie Riperton,
Dennis Brown,
Sex Pistols,
Pantaleimon,
Blossom Toes,
Rites of Spring,
Wire,
Talk Talk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Todd Terry,
Anakelly,
DJ Sneak,
Kurtis Blow,
The Skatalites,
Moebius,
Gabor Szabo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.