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 Germany and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Maleditus Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter and Kerry,
Hardrive,
The Knickerbockers,
The Young Rascals,
Faust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Metal Thangz,
Groovy Waters,
Skaos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blancmange,
The Neon Judgement,
Dual Sessions,
Excepter,
Whodini,
The Divine Comedy,
Tres Demented,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shuggie Otis,
Average White Band,
The Mummies,
UT,
Amon Düül,
Ludus,
The Moody Blues,
Main Source,
Judy Mowatt,
Franke,
Can,
the Sonics,
Chrome,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Hood,
Man Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vladislav Delay,
48th St. Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra,
The Trojans,
Khruangbin,
The Modern Lovers,
Fear,
Arab on Radar,
Young Marble Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Saccharine Trust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Al Stewart,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.