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 Mauritania and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Television to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Beau Brummels,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brass Construction,
Barbara Tucker,
Fad Gadget,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deakin,
The Cramps,
Desert Stars,
The Happenings,
Ultravox,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Raincoats,
Wally Richardson,
Nirvana,
the Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Busters,
Surgeon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Golliwogs,
Lower 48,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ten City,
Thee Headcoats,
Scion,
Mo-Dettes,
New Order,
Siglo XX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eve St. Jones,
Intrusion,
Terry Callier,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Livin' Joy,
the Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Outsiders,
the Human League,
Hashim,
R.M.O.,
The Saints,
Hot Snakes,
kango's stein massive,
Scan 7,
In Retrospect,
Iggy Pop,
The Index,
Dark Day,
Alton Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
UT,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.