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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the techno 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Crooked Eye,
John Foxx,
Suburban Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angry Samoans,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Sound Behaviour,
Loose Ends,
Ituana,
Fatback Band,
Accadde A,
Fugazi,
Soft Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Buckinghams,
China Crisis,
The Slackers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hasil Adkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Mantronix,
Outsiders,
Howard Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiohead,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
The Techniques,
Mars,
Grauzone,
Newcleus,
Zero Boys,
The Last Poets,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nas,
Metal Thangz,
Morten Harket,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minor Threat,
Donny Hathaway,
Grey Daturas,
Heaven 17,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Organ,
ABBA,
Nirvana,
New Order,
H. Thieme,
Buzzcocks,
Massinfluence,
Graham Central Station,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.