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 Lebanon and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Alison Limerick to the crunk 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Sugar Minott,
Anthony Braxton,
The Selecter,
Crooked Eye,
Urselle,
Public Image Ltd.,
T. Rex,
Quando Quango,
These Immortal Souls,
Youth Brigade,
Spandau Ballet,
Henry Cow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacques Brel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
The Fuzztones,
Talk Talk,
John Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
Y Pants,
Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
The Names,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sister Nancy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fat Boys,
the Normal,
Average White Band,
K-Klass,
Kevin Saunderson,
B.T. Express,
the Germs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Machine,
New York Dolls,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cramps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Leaves,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Junior Murvin,
Young Marble Giants,
China Crisis,
Gregory Isaacs,
AZ,
The Offenders,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.