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 Tajikistan and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Avey Tare to the rock 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Neu!,
Rotary Connection,
Skarface,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fear,
The Wake,
Liliput,
Marcia Griffiths,
This Heat,
Half Japanese,
8 Eyed Spy,
D'Angelo,
Pylon,
Maurizio,
The Leaves,
Jeff Lynne,
Simply Red,
T. Rex,
Lalo Schifrin,
Idris Muhammad,
Shoche,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Junior Murvin,
The Mummies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Organ,
Yusef Lateef,
Piero Umiliani,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Motorama,
Rod Modell,
The Blues Magoos,
The J.B.'s,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Christie,
David Axelrod,
Smog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Nick Fraelich,
Television Personalities,
Ken Boothe,
Graham Central Station,
The Doors,
Ohio Players,
The Birthday Party,
The Victims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eddi Front,
The Associates,
Gichy Dan,
UT,
Black Sheep,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.