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 Rwanda and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Swell Maps to the grunge 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
Minutemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
John Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skaos,
Inner City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lyres,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül,
Tommy Roe,
D'Angelo,
DJ Sneak,
Public Image Ltd.,
Niagra,
Make Up,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronnie Foster,
Bush Tetras,
Drexciya,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eddi Front,
Franke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magazine,
Country Teasers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Negative Approach,
Ronan,
Leonard Cohen,
Mars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MC5,
T.S.O.L.,
Fear,
New York Dolls,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Das Ding,
X-101,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shuggie Otis,
U.S. Maple,
Ten City,
Aural Exciters,
The Standells,
Slick Rick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sam Rivers,
Quadrant,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.