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 Haiti and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Slick Rick to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The American Breed,
Marcia Griffiths,
UT,
Roy Ayers,
Television Personalities,
Main Source,
Khruangbin,
Crime,
Gichy Dan,
The Star Department,
Moebius,
Glambeats Corp.,
Niagra,
Agitation Free,
The New Christs,
Duran Duran,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ohio Players,
Aaron Thompson,
Sandy B,
Godley & Creme,
Surgeon,
Althea and Donna,
The Wake,
Terry Callier,
Suicide,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Fraelich,
Wire,
Ultravox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mo-Dettes,
Kas Product,
Morten Harket,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Enemy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Interpol,
Ken Boothe,
Lungfish,
Archie Shepp,
The Misunderstood,
Quantec,
Mantronix,
U.S. Maple,
The Moody Blues,
Outsiders,
The Gories,
Pere Ubu,
Make Up,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brothers Johnson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Los Fastidios,
Hoover,
Youth Brigade,
Kaleidoscope,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.