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 Namibia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Eric Copeland to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Swans,
Babytalk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June of 44,
Rakim,
The Mummies,
Michelle Simonal,
The Young Rascals,
Mr. Review,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Litter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Steve Hackett,
Crash Course in Science,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
World's Most,
Oblivians,
The Golliwogs,
the Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Count Five,
The Busters,
Black Sheep,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Kurtis Blow,
Scratch Acid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Pagans,
Suicide,
Pylon,
The Victims,
Bill Wells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T. Rex,
Outsiders,
Adolescents,
The Doors,
Jacques Brel,
Man Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Max Romeo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ludus,
Minny Pops,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.