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 Congo and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
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 marimba 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 Monochrome Set to the techno 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Fat Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Knickerbockers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funkadelic,
Albert Ayler,
Scratch Acid,
The Music Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alison Limerick,
Delta 5,
Joe Finger,
Black Pus,
Supertramp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
Laurel Aitken,
Intrusion,
Pussy Galore,
Alice Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
Dennis Brown,
Gabor Szabo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grey Daturas,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Standells,
AZ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare,
New Order,
Fear,
June Days,
Bill Near,
The Trojans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
T. Rex,
Zapp,
Todd Terry,
Youth Brigade,
The Gories,
Byron Stingily,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donny Hathaway,
Deakin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.