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 Japan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Maurizio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
the Human League,
Ten City,
The Smiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sound,
June Days,
Alphaville,
Alison Limerick,
The Cramps,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Flag,
Blake Baxter,
F. McDonald,
Eric B and Rakim,
World's Most,
Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Sugar Minott,
Al Stewart,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Index,
Scratch Acid,
Juan Atkins,
Althea and Donna,
The Moleskins,
Boz Scaggs,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Glenn Branca,
Smog,
Funkadelic,
Moss Icon,
Sam Rivers,
Minor Threat,
Animal Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camouflage,
The Blackbyrds,
Unrelated Segments,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Residents,
Franke,
Nirvana,
The Durutti Column,
The Wake,
The Fall,
Main Source,
Cabaret Voltaire,
OOIOO,
Skarface,
Young Marble Giants,
Depeche Mode,
The Martian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The United States of America,
Kas Product,
Model 500,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül II,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.