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 Japan and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 New Age Steppers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Mr. Review,
Camberwell Now,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brothers Johnson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moebius,
Sandy B,
Jawbox,
the Fania All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Stooges,
Half Japanese,
Aloha Tigers,
Skriet,
Amon Düül II,
Crooked Eye,
Jacques Brel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry's Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Ken Boothe,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Last Poets,
Bang On A Can,
Faust,
The Litter,
Erykah Badu,
Zero Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mojo Men,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hot Snakes,
Slick Rick,
The Offenders,
Quantec,
The Knickerbockers,
Janne Schatter,
Niagra,
Peter & Gordon,
Lakeside,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hardrive,
Black Bananas,
Japan,
the Bar-Kays,
Flipper,
Technova,
Nick Fraelich,
Y Pants,
Slave,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.