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 Chad and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Aloha Tigers 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Leaves,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brick,
L. Decosne,
The Move,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare,
The Gladiators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liliput,
Amazonics,
Guru Guru,
Gabor Szabo,
David Axelrod,
kango's stein massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camouflage,
Sex Pistols,
The Gap Band,
Pantaleimon,
Boz Scaggs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sarah Menescal,
The Grass Roots,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Music Machine,
Pantytec,
Pierre Henry,
Model 500,
the Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Malaria!,
The United States of America,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Rundgren,
Nirvana,
FM Einheit,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shoche,
the Bar-Kays,
The Electric Prunes,
the Association,
The Doors,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cameo,
Faust,
Banda Bassotti,
The Birthday Party,
Fad Gadget,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Little Man,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
These Immortal Souls,
AZ,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.