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 Marshall Islands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Minnie Riperton to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rapeman,
Lyres,
Aswad,
The Slackers,
John Foxx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sound Behaviour,
Shoche,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxette,
Smog,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Scion,
Oblivians,
Bush Tetras,
Davy DMX,
New York Dolls,
The Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
H. Thieme,
Arcadia,
Scrapy,
Vainqueur,
T. Rex,
The Saints,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
Ronan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nils Olav,
Tommy Roe,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick May,
Agitation Free,
Robert Görl,
MDC,
Technova,
The Pop Group,
Urselle,
Mandrill,
Jerry's Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABBA,
The Gladiators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Dual Sessions,
John Lydon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Beau Brummels,
The Wake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Audionom,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.