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 Cambodia and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Amon Düül II to the grime 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ituana,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Teasers,
Suburban Knight,
David Axelrod,
H. Thieme,
Ken Boothe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Basic Channel,
Junior Murvin,
Silicon Teens,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Clarke,
AZ,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sugar Minott,
Lakeside,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Halsall,
John Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masters at Work,
The Cowsills,
Smog,
Newcleus,
Pierre Henry,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DNA,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gladiators,
Mad Mike,
Severed Heads,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minny Pops,
The Raincoats,
Al Stewart,
Boogie Down Productions,
Average White Band,
The Saints,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Black Dice,
The Leaves,
Neu!,
The Fall,
Sixth Finger,
Motorama,
The Stooges,
Groovy Waters,
Moebius,
Lalann,
Gichy Dan,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.