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 Luxembourg and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Flesh Eaters to the techno 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dark Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Bowie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Flag,
Charles Mingus,
Marvin Gaye,
Yusef Lateef,
Ohio Players,
Mantronix,
Mad Mike,
June of 44,
Gang Starr,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blossom Toes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Axelrod,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Interpol,
The Divine Comedy,
Procol Harum,
the Slits,
ABC,
Q65,
Chrome,
JFA,
Junior Murvin,
The Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oneida,
Sun City Girls,
Bad Manners,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mars,
The Star Department,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young,
Intrusion,
PIL,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare,
Prince Buster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June Days,
Barbara Tucker,
Joyce Sims,
Pierre Henry,
Von Mondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Girls At Our Best!,
Letta Mbulu,
Toni Rubio,
Bluetip,
Scan 7,
Sister Nancy,
KRS-One,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.