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 Laos and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Boredoms to the rock 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mark Hollis,
Black Sheep,
Kayak,
Blossom Toes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
Ice-T,
June of 44,
Sällskapet,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eli Mardock,
John Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Cybotron,
One Last Wish,
Dead Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Barracudas,
Banda Bassotti,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mummies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rotary Connection,
Clear Light,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
This Heat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Halsall,
Vladislav Delay,
Metal Thangz,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers,
Anakelly,
The Blues Magoos,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Letta Mbulu,
Sparks,
The Seeds,
Slick Rick,
Duran Duran,
Oblivians,
The Names,
Nas,
Sonic Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Underground Resistance,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris & Cosey,
EPMD,
Colin Newman,
Television Personalities,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.