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 Ukraine and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Sound Behaviour to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Remains,
Radiohead,
Index,
Little Man,
Motorama,
Swell Maps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fat Boys,
Ten City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stetsasonic,
The Kinks,
Goldenarms,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delta 5,
Camouflage,
The Litter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alice Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
The Martian,
the Association,
Adolescents,
A Certain Ratio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hardrive,
Pussy Galore,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marmalade,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Khruangbin,
Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Steve Hackett,
The Move,
the Swans,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Rod Modell,
Clear Light,
The Star Department,
Todd Rundgren,
EPMD,
Funky Four + One,
Harmonia,
Moss Icon,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.