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 Brazil and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Duran Duran to the grime 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Pierre Henry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wire,
Kaleidoscope,
Mission of Burma,
Gabor Szabo,
Liliput,
Suicide,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Soulsonic Force,
Whodini,
Underground Resistance,
The Slackers,
Gang of Four,
Intrusion,
Joe Smooth,
Magazine,
Blossom Toes,
F. McDonald,
Lalann,
Ultra Naté,
Dawn Penn,
8 Eyed Spy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Copeland,
AZ,
Symarip,
Technova,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Hill,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Green,
Blancmange,
Rakim,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skriet,
Scion,
The American Breed,
Tears for Fears,
Saccharine Trust,
Quantec,
Dead Boys,
Mars,
Deepchord,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Susan Cadogan,
Zero Boys,
Warsaw,
Schoolly D,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Move,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Adolescents,
Brand Nubian,
Minny Pops,
the Germs,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.