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 Philippines and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Inner City,
June Days,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Little Man,
Darondo,
Negative Approach,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Almond,
The Happenings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
The Black Dice,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
Aswad,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harry Pussy,
Alphaville,
H. Thieme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barbara Tucker,
the Sonics,
Crime,
Tears for Fears,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blancmange,
Lindisfarne,
Tomorrow,
DNA,
Skriet,
Camberwell Now,
Gong,
Robert Görl,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oneida,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Starr,
Ronan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mark Hollis,
Juan Atkins,
The Last Poets,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donald Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deepchord,
Charles Mingus,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Clarke,
Alton Ellis,
Technova,
Ohio Players,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.