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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Urselle to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Nas,
Don Cherry,
Heaven 17,
Kurtis Blow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hoover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joy Division,
Severed Heads,
Brass Construction,
Ultra Naté,
Eurythmics,
Freddie Wadling,
Brick,
Sparks,
Funkadelic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Josef K,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dennis Brown,
Lindisfarne,
Lalo Schifrin,
CMW,
Jacques Brel,
the Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Mandrill,
Parry Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tubeway Army,
The Shadows of Knight,
Inner City,
Swell Maps,
Altered Images,
John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Real Kids,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Copeland,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris Corsano,
the Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
The Litter,
E-Dancer,
Fatback Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang of Four,
New Age Steppers,
Goldenarms,
The Gladiators,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Arthur Verocai,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Motions,
The Cure,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.