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 Mali and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Blancmange to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Amazonics,
The Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
John Lydon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dave Gahan,
LL Cool J,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker,
Loose Ends,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABC,
Mr. Review,
The Flesh Eaters,
Freddie Wadling,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick Morgan,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Starr,
June of 44,
Lyres,
Bang On A Can,
The Index,
Bobby Sherman,
Popol Vuh,
Zapp,
The Red Krayola,
The Happenings,
Pantytec,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Green,
Tears for Fears,
John Holt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masters at Work,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultravox,
Roxette,
The Gap Band,
Malaria!,
Infiniti,
Piero Umiliani,
This Heat,
the Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
Unwound,
Simply Red,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wolf Eyes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.