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 Senegal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tres Demented to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Lindisfarne,
Funkadelic,
Con Funk Shun,
Von Mondo,
Section 25,
Bobby Byrd,
Yaz,
Surgeon,
Aloha Tigers,
Bob Dylan,
Outsiders,
The Star Department,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantaleimon,
Thee Headcoats,
Bad Manners,
Accadde A,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tommy Roe,
T. Rex,
Scion,
EPMD,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalann,
Pagans,
Absolute Body Control,
Max Romeo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masters at Work,
Can,
Rakim,
The Searchers,
Stetsasonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kurtis Blow,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Standells,
Crispy Ambulance,
48th St. Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rekid,
The Litter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mojo Men,
Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Sex Pistols,
The Neon Judgement,
Freddie Wadling,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABC,
Davy DMX,
Hoover,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.