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 Italy and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Eli Mardock to the disco 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Godley & Creme,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick May,
The Move,
June Days,
Henry Cow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boz Scaggs,
Tears for Fears,
Hoover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
The Doors,
Excepter,
Pantaleimon,
The Leaves,
Reuben Wilson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Almond,
Joyce Sims,
Howard Jones,
In Retrospect,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blake Baxter,
Ultravox,
Connie Case,
Country Teasers,
OOIOO,
Adolescents,
Agitation Free,
Charles Mingus,
Davy DMX,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suicide,
Nik Kershaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Rundgren,
L. Decosne,
Robert Görl,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Pere Ubu,
Infiniti,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grauzone,
Minny Pops,
Audionom,
Tommy Roe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Hood,
The Last Poets,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drexciya,
Harmonia,
Rites of Spring,
Mr. Review,
Yellowson,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.