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 Oman 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Terrestrial Tones 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Golliwogs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
Juan Atkins,
Con Funk Shun,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Hood,
Prince Buster,
The Victims,
Arcadia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slick Rick,
Grauzone,
Erasure,
Sun City Girls,
Black Pus,
Babytalk,
Qualms,
DNA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camouflage,
Yazoo,
Groovy Waters,
Banda Bassotti,
Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Crime,
Y Pants,
Panda Bear,
Joe Finger,
Heaven 17,
Nils Olav,
The Black Dice,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Surgeon,
Al Stewart,
Bronski Beat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
The Mojo Men,
The Cramps,
Unwound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Pulsallama,
Duran Duran,
The Fall,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris Corsano,
Cameo,
Newcleus,
Yusef Lateef,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.