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 Belgium and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Hot Snakes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Pere Ubu,
Delta 5,
JFA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stiv Bators,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moody Blues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scrapy,
Roy Ayers,
Bauhaus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Organ,
Subhumans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Holt,
Nick Fraelich,
The Invisible,
DNA,
Au Pairs,
Warren Ellis,
Ituana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thompson Twins,
Buzzcocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harmonia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Rundgren,
In Retrospect,
Max Romeo,
Eric Dolphy,
X-102,
Nils Olav,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul II Soul,
Nik Kershaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Japan,
Duran Duran,
Peter & Gordon,
Underground Resistance,
Franke,
Moss Icon,
The Fortunes,
X-101,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barbara Tucker,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacob Miller,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joy Division,
Cluster,
Derrick May,
Deakin,
Q65,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mr. Review,
Eve St. Jones,
The Stooges,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.