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 Honduras and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Mo-Dettes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Peter and Kerry,
Suburban Knight,
The Durutti Column,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantytec,
Y Pants,
The Black Dice,
F. McDonald,
Howard Jones,
Average White Band,
John Holt,
Excepter,
cv313,
FM Einheit,
Mr. Review,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moss Icon,
PIL,
The Human League,
The Doors,
The Fortunes,
48th St. Collective,
The Litter,
the Slits,
The Techniques,
E-Dancer,
Shoche,
Deakin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stetsasonic,
the Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sarah Menescal,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül II,
Sällskapet,
The Fall,
Spoonie Gee,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Ludus,
The Gun Club,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scientists,
Popol Vuh,
Joy Division,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Rundgren,
Nirvana,
Guru Guru,
Godley & Creme,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blues Magoos,
Silicon Teens,
Carl Craig,
Sugar Minott,
June of 44,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.