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 Argentina and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Lindisfarne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Davy DMX,
Flipper,
The Saints,
Fugazi,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Parry Music,
T. Rex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Guru Guru,
The Victims,
Zero Boys,
Cybotron,
Prince Buster,
Skaos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skriet,
Eden Ahbez,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Althea and Donna,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sällskapet,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Residents,
Jerry's Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Kas Product,
Nils Olav,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Darondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arab on Radar,
Dave Gahan,
Black Sheep,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Joyce Sims,
the Swans,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül II,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unwound,
Erykah Badu,
FM Einheit,
UT,
Kerri Chandler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Outsiders,
Lungfish,
The Martian,
The Skatalites,
8 Eyed Spy,
Severed Heads,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.