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 Namibia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 The Star Department 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Hoover,
The Human League,
Television,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mantronix,
Iggy Pop,
The Invisible,
Jacob Miller,
Cluster,
New Age Steppers,
Sparks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Misunderstood,
Angry Samoans,
The Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David McCallum,
Nico,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
L. Decosne,
Minor Threat,
Drexciya,
Von Mondo,
Kas Product,
Ponytail,
Cameo,
Godley & Creme,
UT,
Outsiders,
Whodini,
Main Source,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Near,
Model 500,
Danielle Patucci,
Don Cherry,
Nick Fraelich,
Henry Cow,
the Association,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Selecter,
The Motions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Urselle,
Man Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül,
Thompson Twins,
Tres Demented,
Fat Boys,
Suicide,
Talk Talk,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.