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 Georgia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Flash Fearless to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Lou Christie,
New Order,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yazoo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chrome,
Arcadia,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grauzone,
Cal Tjader,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Technova,
Bootsy Collins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Lydon,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
Magazine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra,
Lungfish,
Average White Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skriet,
This Heat,
Porter Ricks,
Ultra Naté,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
E-Dancer,
Gang of Four,
The Techniques,
X-101,
Kevin Saunderson,
The American Breed,
The Beau Brummels,
Tom Boy,
The Residents,
June Days,
Nirvana,
Connie Case,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kas Product,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cheater Slicks,
The Knickerbockers,
Liliput,
The Mummies,
Henry Cow,
Funky Four + One,
Panda Bear,
Laurel Aitken,
Thompson Twins,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.