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 Vietnam and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Mr. Review to the dance 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Average White Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool Moe Dee,
Talk Talk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Association,
The Toasters,
Arcadia,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Green,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Brothers Johnson,
Ice-T,
Brick,
The American Breed,
Idris Muhammad,
Pole,
Absolute Body Control,
Scion,
Toni Rubio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faraquet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Divine Comedy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pulsallama,
Yazoo,
Juan Atkins,
The Modern Lovers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cure,
Don Cherry,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Sneak,
Youth Brigade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Rundgren,
the Swans,
Angry Samoans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Carl Craig,
Essential Logic,
X-101,
Loose Ends,
Bill Near,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Babytalk,
Max Romeo,
New York Dolls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neu!,
Whodini,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.