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 Canada 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Quadrant to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiohead,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Smooth,
a-ha,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alice Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Depeche Mode,
Steve Hackett,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Technova,
Duran Duran,
Mars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Fraelich,
Guru Guru,
Japan,
Crime,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anakelly,
The Stooges,
Brothers Johnson,
Blake Baxter,
Ponytail,
Los Fastidios,
Trumans Water,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joensuu 1685,
Sight & Sound,
Main Source,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Offenders,
Sonny Sharrock,
UT,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fugs,
Deepchord,
The Fortunes,
Television,
The Birthday Party,
Basic Channel,
The Names,
Audionom,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül II,
Kurtis Blow,
Procol Harum,
Bauhaus,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.