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 Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Harmonia to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
Iggy Pop,
World's Most,
Idris Muhammad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Altered Images,
B.T. Express,
Q65,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Leaves,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Durutti Column,
Yusef Lateef,
China Crisis,
Wally Richardson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Modern Lovers,
Goldenarms,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Bourne,
The New Christs,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marine Girls,
Scientists,
Mission of Burma,
Byron Stingily,
U.S. Maple,
Nico,
Harry Pussy,
the Normal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-101,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shoche,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Christie,
The Knickerbockers,
Davy DMX,
Negative Approach,
Anakelly,
Country Joe & The Fish,
R.M.O.,
Vainqueur,
The Raincoats,
Drexciya,
Yazoo,
Wolf Eyes,
Half Japanese,
Gang of Four,
Suicide,
Camberwell Now,
The Sonics,
Josef K,
The Invisible,
Visage,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.