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 Palau and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 The Cure to the dance 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Smiths,
Half Japanese,
Aloha Tigers,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Enemy,
June of 44,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers,
Country Teasers,
The Mojo Men,
Reagan Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Parry Music,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cowsills,
The Pretty Things,
Delta 5,
Black Flag,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harpers Bizarre,
K-Klass,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Essential Logic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grey Daturas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
X-102,
Janne Schatter,
Gang of Four,
Average White Band,
Duran Duran,
FM Einheit,
Fear,
the Germs,
Scott Walker,
Gong,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Dead Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Symarip,
The Smoke,
Pylon,
Eve St. Jones,
Basic Channel,
Motorama,
Qualms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Charles Mingus,
Josef K,
Eddi Front,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shoche,
Black Pus,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.