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 Australia and from New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 American Breed to the punk 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Kas Product,
John Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Lou Christie,
Smog,
Roger Hodgson,
Funkadelic,
Nas,
Kayak,
Graham Central Station,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Sneak,
Eurythmics,
Suburban Knight,
Boredoms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aloha Tigers,
Brand Nubian,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arab on Radar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quando Quango,
The Dirtbombs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Mills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echospace,
Index,
The Happenings,
Alphaville,
Mary Jane Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Drexciya,
Carl Craig,
Gang Starr,
a-ha,
The Red Krayola,
Spoonie Gee,
Scrapy,
Sällskapet,
Bill Wells,
Steve Hackett,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Holt,
ABBA,
Urselle,
The Gun Club,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flash Fearless,
The Mojo Men,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.