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 Luxembourg and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Masters at Work to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Subhumans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Green,
CMW,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kurtis Blow,
Shoche,
The Durutti Column,
The Young Rascals,
Tropical Tobacco,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mission of Burma,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yazoo,
Janne Schatter,
Howard Jones,
Country Teasers,
Deepchord,
Girls At Our Best!,
Outsiders,
The Victims,
Arab on Radar,
The Toasters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
Yaz,
Aloha Tigers,
Guru Guru,
Rapeman,
Juan Atkins,
Tommy Roe,
Dave Gahan,
Steve Hackett,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Tremeloes,
Whodini,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Lynne,
Desert Stars,
Donald Byrd,
E-Dancer,
Ludus,
Cameo,
World's Most,
Yusef Lateef,
Young Marble Giants,
John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Josef K,
Drexciya,
Vainqueur,
Amazonics,
Black Moon,
Surgeon,
OOIOO,
Marine Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.