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 Israel and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Pretty Things 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Franke,
Camouflage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harmonia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funkadelic,
Henry Cow,
Dennis Brown,
kango's stein massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Barbara Tucker,
Harry Pussy,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABC,
MDC,
Al Stewart,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slits,
Organ,
Peter & Gordon,
Thee Headcoats,
Faraquet,
Minny Pops,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
The Leaves,
Brand Nubian,
Aural Exciters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barrington Levy,
Lakeside,
Gang Starr,
Robert Hood,
The Pretty Things,
The Grass Roots,
Barry Ungar,
Simply Red,
The Selecter,
The Buckinghams,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Walker Brothers,
The Toasters,
T. Rex,
Von Mondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
OOIOO,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter and Kerry,
EPMD,
KRS-One,
Dead Boys,
The Birthday Party,
The United States of America,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Bourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Pulsallama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sugar Minott,
Tears for Fears,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.