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 Egypt and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Talk Talk to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Aural Exciters,
Simply Red,
Groovy Waters,
Ossler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun City Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Sight & Sound,
Index,
The Standells,
Mo-Dettes,
the Normal,
Donald Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
a-ha,
The Gladiators,
Lungfish,
Inner City,
Siglo XX,
Ponytail,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Sneak,
Infiniti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Bowie,
the Bar-Kays,
Sex Pistols,
Sixth Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Sherman,
The Young Rascals,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pole,
Roy Ayers,
Susan Cadogan,
Boz Scaggs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The American Breed,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül,
The Toasters,
Faraquet,
John Foxx,
Flash Fearless,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
CMW,
Goldenarms,
Lou Christie,
Public Enemy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masters at Work,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.