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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Robert Palmer 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 Glenn Branca to the rock 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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Intrusion,
Max Romeo,
The Evens,
The Gap Band,
Excepter,
These Immortal Souls,
Reagan Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Junior Murvin,
Sonic Youth,
Fad Gadget,
The Smiths,
Soul II Soul,
Faust,
Newcleus,
Dave Gahan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joensuu 1685,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wire,
Ronnie Foster,
Thee Headcoats,
The Skatalites,
Scratch Acid,
The Names,
Marvin Gaye,
Rufus Thomas,
Adolescents,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moleskins,
Skaos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
LL Cool J,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Circle Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Popol Vuh,
The Misunderstood,
The Motions,
The Invisible,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Bourne,
Moss Icon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Halsall,
Toni Rubio,
Ponytail,
Rod Modell,
Colin Newman,
The Walker Brothers,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.