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 Togo and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Iggy Pop,
Kas Product,
Dark Day,
Crooked Eye,
Harry Pussy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Victims,
The Cramps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bluetip,
Jandek,
The Sonics,
Skriet,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Fraelich,
Urselle,
The Gun Club,
The Cure,
Isaac Hayes,
Boredoms,
Zero Boys,
Television,
D'Angelo,
Brothers Johnson,
Monolake,
The Fortunes,
Sixth Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Teasers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spoonie Gee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New York Dolls,
Quantec,
Unrelated Segments,
The Black Dice,
Camberwell Now,
Babytalk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yazoo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlback,
Simply Red,
Gang Gang Dance,
Icehouse,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slick Rick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bronski Beat,
Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
Buzzcocks,
Easy Going,
Nik Kershaw,
Ten City,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.