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 East Timor and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Modern Lovers to the grime 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Loose Ends,
Cecil Taylor,
The Count Five,
the Human League,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Dolphy,
The Walker Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Wally Richardson,
K-Klass,
John Lydon,
Bill Wells,
Bauhaus,
The Dirtbombs,
Connie Case,
Lou Christie,
The Associates,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ohio Players,
Camberwell Now,
The Remains,
Bang On A Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joy Division,
Average White Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Mission of Burma,
The Barracudas,
The Searchers,
Yazoo,
Althea and Donna,
Silicon Teens,
Unrelated Segments,
the Swans,
Quantec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spoonie Gee,
Niagra,
Trumans Water,
Anakelly,
Magazine,
Adolescents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Technova,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Womack,
Can,
Marmalade,
Tim Buckley,
Arcadia,
Bronski Beat,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris & Cosey,
The Black Dice,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.