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 Mali and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Steve Hackett to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harmonia,
Warren Ellis,
The Happenings,
Nils Olav,
Public Enemy,
Shoche,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Los Fastidios,
Porter Ricks,
Oneida,
Y Pants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Idris Muhammad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sällskapet,
Erasure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stiv Bators,
Bluetip,
Nas,
The Saints,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pole,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Whodini,
Funky Four + One,
Wally Richardson,
Janne Schatter,
Duran Duran,
The Gun Club,
Subhumans,
The Selecter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Slick Rick,
The Gories,
Steve Hackett,
Moebius,
Neil Young,
The Litter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Graham Central Station,
Lalann,
John Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
John Holt,
Ultravox,
Mr. Review,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doors,
Grey Daturas,
The J.B.'s,
The Buckinghams,
Gastr Del Sol,
Isaac Hayes,
Archie Shepp,
Yazoo,
Wolf Eyes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.