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 Nicaragua and from New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Glenn Branca to the techno 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Happenings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Inner City,
Los Fastidios,
Josef K,
Saccharine Trust,
Flash Fearless,
Outsiders,
Sugar Minott,
Angry Samoans,
Fluxion,
David Axelrod,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker,
Tom Boy,
Schoolly D,
Traffic Nightmare,
Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Patti Smith,
Oblivians,
Shoche,
T.S.O.L.,
Young Marble Giants,
Althea and Donna,
The Cowsills,
Blake Baxter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tubeway Army,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Prunes,
Monks,
The Smiths,
Don Cherry,
Scratch Acid,
Alphaville,
The Toasters,
Fear,
Scion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Style,
Camberwell Now,
Agitation Free,
Circle Jerks,
Prince Buster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Janne Schatter,
R.M.O.,
the Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Depeche Mode,
The Fuzztones,
Pole,
Magma,
EPMD,
Rekid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.