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 Bahrain and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the jazz 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Residents,
Sparks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonic Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ten City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cameo,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stiv Bators,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glenn Branca,
The Gladiators,
The Techniques,
Von Mondo,
Dark Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Style,
Bang On A Can,
Pylon,
The Skatalites,
Junior Murvin,
Brass Construction,
the Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Green,
Rosa Yemen,
Nas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Talk Talk,
Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Silicon Teens,
Magma,
Main Source,
Marc Almond,
L. Decosne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television Personalities,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mummies,
Pantaleimon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Clarke,
OOIOO,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Q and Not U,
The Count Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sam Rivers,
F. McDonald,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Thee Headcoats,
Slick Rick,
the Bar-Kays,
The Velvet Underground,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.