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 Portugal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Mars to the grunge 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Young Rascals,
L. Decosne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Urselle,
Average White Band,
Public Enemy,
Subhumans,
Sex Pistols,
Wire,
The Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scan 7,
The Cowsills,
Audionom,
Magma,
Marmalade,
Alison Limerick,
Loose Ends,
Delta 5,
Byron Stingily,
Mandrill,
Altered Images,
Make Up,
Rufus Thomas,
Angry Samoans,
Roxette,
The Mojo Men,
LL Cool J,
The Smoke,
UT,
Michelle Simonal,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ornette Coleman,
John Foxx,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sällskapet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Underground Resistance,
Scientists,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Flag,
Schoolly D,
June Days,
Agent Orange,
Yusef Lateef,
Morten Harket,
Fugazi,
Tom Boy,
Boredoms,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.