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 Iceland and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Motions 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Victims,
Erasure,
Hoover,
the Germs,
Tears for Fears,
Das Ding,
the Normal,
Intrusion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barbara Tucker,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mad Mike,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
One Last Wish,
Franke,
Bad Manners,
Massinfluence,
The Invisible,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacques Brel,
Hardrive,
Piero Umiliani,
Mark Hollis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABC,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Tremeloes,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Hood,
the Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Pantytec,
The Names,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scientists,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Steve Hackett,
The Evens,
DJ Style,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Dolphy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun City Girls,
Morten Harket,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Malaria!,
Brick,
The Misunderstood,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cure,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.