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 Bahamas and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Marc Almond,
Sight & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Average White Band,
Grey Daturas,
Tres Demented,
Rites of Spring,
Sandy B,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television Personalities,
Newcleus,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oneida,
Godley & Creme,
Surgeon,
Joey Negro,
Kurtis Blow,
Tears for Fears,
Dual Sessions,
Fad Gadget,
Popol Vuh,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smoke,
Au Pairs,
Thee Headcoats,
The Raincoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Pulsallama,
Unwound,
Sugar Minott,
Audionom,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grauzone,
Pantaleimon,
Pagans,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Lydon,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bluetip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dawn Penn,
The Victims,
Goldenarms,
Chris Corsano,
Scratch Acid,
James White and The Blacks,
Trumans Water,
Stereo Dub,
The Tremeloes,
The Five Americans,
Hardrive,
The Barracudas,
Young Marble Giants,
D'Angelo,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.