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 Venezuela and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 The Five Americans to the electroclash 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Ten City,
Barry Ungar,
Susan Cadogan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heaven 17,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eurythmics,
The United States of America,
Urselle,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anthony Braxton,
Minor Threat,
David McCallum,
Oblivians,
The Misunderstood,
The Techniques,
Junior Murvin,
Q and Not U,
Sonic Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slackers,
The Sound,
Magazine,
U.S. Maple,
Warren Ellis,
Clear Light,
Wasted Youth,
The Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
Morten Harket,
Lower 48,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pussy Galore,
Nils Olav,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Make Up,
The Moody Blues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Second Layer,
Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
The Gories,
The Cowsills,
Flash Fearless,
The Associates,
Ronan,
Parry Music,
Byron Stingily,
Little Man,
The Gun Club,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cluster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sixth Finger,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.