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 Korea South and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
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 Moss Icon to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Monks,
Moss Icon,
U.S. Maple,
Erasure,
The Motions,
Hot Snakes,
Brand Nubian,
the Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Technova,
Tom Boy,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spandau Ballet,
Bluetip,
Oneida,
The New Christs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Model 500,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gladiators,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalann,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cymande,
The Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sister Nancy,
Peter and Kerry,
Cybotron,
Bush Tetras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Animal Collective,
Malaria!,
Tubeway Army,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fatback Band,
Circle Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
The Human League,
Brick,
Khruangbin,
The Index,
Erykah Badu,
LL Cool J,
Niagra,
Harmonia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dual Sessions,
The Mojo Men,
A Certain Ratio,
Procol Harum,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.