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 Marshall Islands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Eddi Front to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
The Blackbyrds,
Dawn Penn,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Star Department,
Deakin,
Joyce Sims,
Average White Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Association,
Gabor Szabo,
Television,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zapp,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Clear Light,
The Gladiators,
Negative Approach,
The Cure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
UT,
Mo-Dettes,
John Lydon,
Roxy Music,
Half Japanese,
Black Moon,
Faraquet,
Niagra,
Brass Construction,
Sister Nancy,
Crash Course in Science,
Banda Bassotti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Althea and Donna,
Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
Masters at Work,
Yaz,
Soulsonic Force,
Erasure,
Simply Red,
Tim Buckley,
Swans,
Khruangbin,
Al Stewart,
B.T. Express,
Harry Pussy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amazonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mad Mike,
Pere Ubu,
Bauhaus,
Aaron Thompson,
The Kinks,
The Cowsills,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.