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 Bahamas and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Rites of Spring to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Davy DMX,
The Standells,
Mantronix,
Nico,
Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blackbyrds,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gap Band,
Junior Murvin,
Scion,
Television Personalities,
H. Thieme,
Little Man,
Massinfluence,
Brand Nubian,
Hot Snakes,
The Neon Judgement,
Dawn Penn,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Kinks,
Dead Boys,
Minny Pops,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Martian,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed,
Dave Gahan,
New Order,
Eric Copeland,
Joyce Sims,
Max Romeo,
Cymande,
Marvin Gaye,
Inner City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harmonia,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Remains,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aswad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cheater Slicks,
Nirvana,
Fluxion,
Lower 48,
the Association,
Mark Hollis,
Al Stewart,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerri Chandler,
Y Pants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Judy Mowatt,
Groovy Waters,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.