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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
James White and The Blacks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Happenings,
Magma,
The Motions,
Crime,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Trojans,
Funky Four + One,
Altered Images,
Man Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Lynne,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Das Ding,
Bronski Beat,
Mr. Review,
Angry Samoans,
Minny Pops,
Pierre Henry,
The New Christs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fluxion,
Tres Demented,
Minor Threat,
The Zeros,
Donny Hathaway,
Howard Jones,
Chris Corsano,
The Cowsills,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
The Names,
Mark Hollis,
Black Moon,
Black Sheep,
Lower 48,
Lalann,
June of 44,
the Human League,
John Foxx,
The Cramps,
Newcleus,
Maurizio,
Nirvana,
Ronnie Foster,
Brand Nubian,
John Cale,
The Kinks,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Machine,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.