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 San Marino and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the rock 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Agitation Free,
Mandrill,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Symarip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-102,
Grey Daturas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Christie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Wells,
Joe Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Neu!,
Eli Mardock,
Newcleus,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Standells,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Associates,
Blossom Toes,
Lucky Dragons,
T. Rex,
The Zeros,
Moss Icon,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Lynne,
Quantec,
Barrington Levy,
Q and Not U,
The Busters,
Junior Murvin,
Throbbing Gristle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boredoms,
R.M.O.,
The Motions,
Cybotron,
Loose Ends,
The Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Skaos,
Funkadelic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gabor Szabo,
David Bowie,
The J.B.'s,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nils Olav,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.