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 Spain and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Tomorrow to the disco 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Talk Talk,
Jerry's Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Dual Sessions,
Skaos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fela Kuti,
Pussy Galore,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick Morgan,
ABC,
The Fugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Finger,
Yazoo,
Rakim,
F. McDonald,
John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
Desert Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantytec,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wire,
Crooked Eye,
Lyres,
Jeff Mills,
Blancmange,
Mr. Review,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronnie Foster,
Charles Mingus,
Howard Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Archie Shepp,
Vainqueur,
Interpol,
Dark Day,
Scion,
The Knickerbockers,
Erykah Badu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Loose Ends,
John Foxx,
The Star Department,
Sonic Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Pantaleimon,
Chris & Cosey,
Delon & Dalcan,
U.S. Maple,
Aswad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Soft Cell,
Whodini,
Funkadelic,
Ludus,
The Doors,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.