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 Saudi Arabia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise 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 The Modern Lovers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Delon & Dalcan,
Supertramp,
Hoover,
Flash Fearless,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eli Mardock,
Black Sheep,
Tom Boy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
The Saints,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dorothy Ashby,
Japan,
Bob Dylan,
Black Flag,
Crime,
Saccharine Trust,
The Birthday Party,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sixth Finger,
K-Klass,
Moebius,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Massinfluence,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül,
Archie Shepp,
a-ha,
Monolake,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Leonard Cohen,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Enemy,
Anakelly,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bauhaus,
Tommy Roe,
Stetsasonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bronski Beat,
The Young Rascals,
China Crisis,
Black Moon,
Siglo XX,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Max Romeo,
Los Fastidios,
Niagra,
Sandy B,
ABBA,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.