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 Cape Verde and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
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 China Crisis to the punk 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Metal Thangz,
D'Angelo,
Section 25,
The Buckinghams,
The Golliwogs,
Darondo,
H. Thieme,
Public Enemy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wings,
DJ Style,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bush Tetras,
Patti Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare,
Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
This Heat,
Ponytail,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Copeland,
Crash Course in Science,
The Neon Judgement,
Howard Jones,
Dark Day,
Urselle,
Main Source,
The Cure,
Stereo Dub,
Excepter,
Aswad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Con Funk Shun,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shuggie Otis,
Brass Construction,
Reuben Wilson,
Marine Girls,
Ronan,
John Coltrane,
The Human League,
The Leaves,
Arcadia,
Gong,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Grauzone,
Ice-T,
Tres Demented,
X-101,
Max Romeo,
Minny Pops,
Sister Nancy,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.