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 Venezuela and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Black Dice to the rock 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Section 25,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Dennis Brown,
Vladislav Delay,
The Happenings,
Aloha Tigers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
John Holt,
Moebius,
Alphaville,
Yusef Lateef,
48th St. Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rod Modell,
MC5,
Pierre Henry,
Oneida,
Panda Bear,
The Move,
Ultra Naté,
Au Pairs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The J.B.'s,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grauzone,
Public Enemy,
Schoolly D,
Judy Mowatt,
Buzzcocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cowsills,
Quadrant,
Interpol,
PIL,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bluetip,
Malaria!,
Joe Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
Roger Hodgson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Das Ding,
Lou Christie,
Duran Duran,
Moss Icon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.