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 Albania and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sister Nancy to the disco 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Real Kids,
Brand Nubian,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ice-T,
Janne Schatter,
Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zero Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Guru Guru,
Joyce Sims,
Piero Umiliani,
Popol Vuh,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Green,
Metal Thangz,
The Dead C,
DJ Sneak,
Faust,
Pagans,
Infiniti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television Personalities,
Intrusion,
Main Source,
Avey Tare,
Sandy B,
Wally Richardson,
Marine Girls,
Prince Buster,
Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amazonics,
Fad Gadget,
Cal Tjader,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dave Gahan,
B.T. Express,
Wolf Eyes,
The Angels of Light,
The Techniques,
UT,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Aswad,
Terry Callier,
Juan Atkins,
Harmonia,
Scion,
Stiv Bators,
Suicide,
China Crisis,
Nico,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.