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 Equatorial Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 The Sonics to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Cure,
Idris Muhammad,
Harmonia,
Stereo Dub,
Bauhaus,
Peter and Kerry,
Fear,
The Martian,
DNA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q65,
Fad Gadget,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Wells,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Terry,
Young Marble Giants,
PIL,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Pus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Golliwogs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Guru Guru,
LL Cool J,
Josef K,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker,
Man Parrish,
The Residents,
The Fall,
The Standells,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Mars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Hoover,
Main Source,
Nik Kershaw,
The Black Dice,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fuzztones,
Little Man,
The Red Krayola,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Depeche Mode,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Hood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-101,
The Skatalites,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dawn Penn,
Terry Callier,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.