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 Haiti 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Chris Corsano,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Graham Central Station,
Basic Channel,
Ultra Naté,
Godley & Creme,
Marmalade,
Guru Guru,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shoche,
Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Dual Sessions,
Fluxion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Niagra,
Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alton Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Simply Red,
Boredoms,
L. Decosne,
The Smiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minnie Riperton,
Stereo Dub,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABC,
The Zeros,
Todd Terry,
Bad Manners,
Altered Images,
Ludus,
Thompson Twins,
Japan,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Victims,
The Searchers,
Motorama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra,
Harmonia,
John Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerri Chandler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maurizio,
Heaven 17,
Talk Talk,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.