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 Bhutan and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the crunk 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Pole,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxette,
Hot Snakes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Deepchord,
the Association,
Funkadelic,
Altered Images,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Skatalites,
Agent Orange,
Country Teasers,
Tommy Roe,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantaleimon,
Franke,
Eric Copeland,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Kayak,
Newcleus,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vainqueur,
Oneida,
Glenn Branca,
John Foxx,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Sneak,
Ludus,
The Martian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Easy Going,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echospace,
The Toasters,
Robert Hood,
The Offenders,
Carl Craig,
Angry Samoans,
Can,
The Golliwogs,
Gong,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Seeds,
Crime,
Chris Corsano,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mummies,
Tim Buckley,
Rapeman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronnie Foster,
Don Cherry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Buckinghams,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.