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 Mexico and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Bill Near to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Accadde A,
Rekid,
David Axelrod,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül,
Interpol,
The Pop Group,
The Buckinghams,
Ludus,
Crooked Eye,
Amazonics,
Suicide,
Joy Division,
Wings,
X-Ray Spex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Duran Duran,
Technova,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Görl,
La Düsseldorf,
Al Stewart,
Marshall Jefferson,
Freddie Wadling,
Whodini,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Angels of Light,
The Star Department,
June Days,
Dead Boys,
John Lydon,
Sixth Finger,
David Bowie,
Cybotron,
Popol Vuh,
Erasure,
Scientists,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick May,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Sherman,
Shuggie Otis,
Sex Pistols,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monks,
Gang Starr,
The Monochrome Set,
Morten Harket,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yazoo,
Dark Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minutemen,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.