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 Cuba and from London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Steve Hackett to the techno 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Walker Brothers,
Deepchord,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
R.M.O.,
June Days,
Agitation Free,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Durutti Column,
Dark Day,
The Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arthur Verocai,
The Detroit Cobras,
Average White Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Duran Duran,
Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
Morten Harket,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Flesh Eaters,
L. Decosne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Porter Ricks,
Dawn Penn,
World's Most,
Bush Tetras,
Malaria!,
Rites of Spring,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moleskins,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brothers Johnson,
The Kinks,
The Pop Group,
Sound Behaviour,
Main Source,
Audionom,
The Smoke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Almond,
These Immortal Souls,
Joyce Sims,
Mark Hollis,
Adolescents,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gap Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
K-Klass,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visage,
Massinfluence,
Roxette,
Sister Nancy,
Davy DMX,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.