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 Czech Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Silicon Teens to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
D'Angelo,
Underground Resistance,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Last Poets,
Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
La Düsseldorf,
Franke,
John Foxx,
Sugar Minott,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Morten Harket,
Lindisfarne,
PIL,
Patti Smith,
Rapeman,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Man Parrish,
Excepter,
Darondo,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Bourne,
Lower 48,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kas Product,
Heaven 17,
The Zeros,
Thompson Twins,
L. Decosne,
Rufus Thomas,
Cybotron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ice-T,
The Busters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Panda Bear,
Kurtis Blow,
Vainqueur,
Arthur Verocai,
The Martian,
Funkadelic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gregory Isaacs,
F. McDonald,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Sherman,
Porter Ricks,
Radio Birdman,
Kaleidoscope,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lucky Dragons,
Albert Ayler,
Gang of Four,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.