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 Gabon and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Soft Cell to the dance 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Quadrant,
Can,
H. Thieme,
The Pretty Things,
Ten City,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Judy Mowatt,
Erasure,
Eddi Front,
Eric Dolphy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moss Icon,
the Normal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The New Christs,
Max Romeo,
John Holt,
Slave,
Magma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Trumans Water,
John Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Near,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers,
Chris Corsano,
Basic Channel,
Maleditus Sound,
Surgeon,
The Smoke,
Theoretical Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Freddie Wadling,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantytec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DNA,
Moby Grape,
Sparks,
Franke,
Youth Brigade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anakelly,
Aloha Tigers,
Zero Boys,
The Monks,
Dave Gahan,
Carl Craig,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Music Machine,
ABBA,
Television,
The Buckinghams,
Glenn Branca,
Lower 48,
Gang Green,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.