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 Liechtenstein and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Dead Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Erasure,
John Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Robert Görl,
H. Thieme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fad Gadget,
Lindisfarne,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Vainqueur,
Peter & Gordon,
Desert Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Darondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonic Youth,
Gang of Four,
Pantaleimon,
Deadbeat,
New York Dolls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
EPMD,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Clarke,
Mad Mike,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
E-Dancer,
The Saints,
Second Layer,
Skarface,
La Düsseldorf,
the Association,
The Buckinghams,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Bush Tetras,
Japan,
Hashim,
Sixth Finger,
Eurythmics,
Donald Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unwound,
Gabor Szabo,
Porter Ricks,
Hoover,
Grey Daturas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.