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 Liechtenstein and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
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 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 the Bar-Kays to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slave,
New Order,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aswad,
One Last Wish,
Fugazi,
Chris Corsano,
Drexciya,
Alphaville,
Hot Snakes,
Animal Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Faraquet,
Khruangbin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blake Baxter,
Dave Gahan,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Sherman,
John Holt,
The Divine Comedy,
JFA,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pretty Things,
The Fortunes,
Q and Not U,
Silicon Teens,
Smog,
Gang Green,
Mr. Review,
Interpol,
The Stooges,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul II Soul,
Newcleus,
Lyres,
Sun City Girls,
The Toasters,
ABC,
Niagra,
Scrapy,
Pussy Galore,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spandau Ballet,
Thee Headcoats,
Simply Red,
Piero Umiliani,
Marmalade,
FM Einheit,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Donald Byrd,
Supertramp,
Erasure,
Tubeway Army,
Ronnie Foster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.