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 India and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 T.S.O.L. to the jazz 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mojo Men,
Sixth Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Arcadia,
Qualms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Accadde A,
MDC,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smoke,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Fraelich,
Aswad,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Lydon,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slackers,
Erykah Badu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Görl,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Wells,
The Moleskins,
The Smiths,
Sex Pistols,
The Grass Roots,
David Bowie,
Dead Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Franke,
Judy Mowatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Darondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Unwound,
Iggy Pop,
the Bar-Kays,
Quando Quango,
Bad Manners,
Yellowson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faust,
EPMD,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Smooth,
The Cowsills,
Make Up,
UT,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nils Olav,
Groovy Waters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maurizio,
Flash Fearless,
Camouflage,
Man Parrish,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.