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 Mozambique and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 X-101 to the grime 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unwound,
ABBA,
Isaac Hayes,
Pagans,
Grey Daturas,
Ten City,
Cal Tjader,
Bizarre Inc.,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Depeche Mode,
Pussy Galore,
The Monochrome Set,
Minny Pops,
Stockholm Monsters,
Simply Red,
The Walker Brothers,
Section 25,
Jeru the Damaja,
The New Christs,
Mr. Review,
Roxette,
The Star Department,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dawn Penn,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Gang Dance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gabor Szabo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Divine Comedy,
Brass Construction,
Dead Boys,
The Standells,
X-Ray Spex,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantaleimon,
Sällskapet,
Q65,
Audionom,
Black Sheep,
Shuggie Otis,
Adolescents,
Brand Nubian,
Donny Hathaway,
Fear,
Whodini,
Moby Grape,
The Pretty Things,
the Association,
Terry Callier,
The Vogues,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.