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 New Zealand and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Visage to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Banda Bassotti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agent Orange,
FM Einheit,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cybotron,
KRS-One,
Lower 48,
Byron Stingily,
Icehouse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hardrive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Smog,
Eve St. Jones,
Mandrill,
The Birthday Party,
Hashim,
The Cowsills,
Jacob Miller,
Minnie Riperton,
Intrusion,
Nick Fraelich,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Desert Stars,
Oneida,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tim Buckley,
The Index,
Silicon Teens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed,
Henry Cow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deadbeat,
Eden Ahbez,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Copeland,
Faust,
DNA,
Judy Mowatt,
Deepchord,
Black Flag,
LL Cool J,
Black Moon,
Aloha Tigers,
Susan Cadogan,
Minny Pops,
Fad Gadget,
Quantec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.