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 Fiji and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Iggy Pop to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Magazine,
Sun Ra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris Corsano,
Audionom,
The Buckinghams,
AZ,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Terry,
Pole,
The New Christs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Litter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
DNA,
Circle Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sugar Minott,
Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Duran Duran,
The Velvet Underground,
Interpol,
Sarah Menescal,
Q and Not U,
The Misunderstood,
Minutemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MDC,
Michelle Simonal,
Lightning Bolt,
Mark Hollis,
Donny Hathaway,
Suicide,
Scion,
Television Personalities,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chrome,
T.S.O.L.,
Albert Ayler,
Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Model 500,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
LL Cool J,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Excepter,
Wire,
Hoover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blake Baxter,
The Toasters,
Lungfish,
Talk Talk,
Colin Newman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.