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 Haiti and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Buzzcocks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jawbox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül II,
Boredoms,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronan,
Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Section 25,
UT,
Prince Buster,
Godley & Creme,
Roxette,
Funky Four + One,
Basic Channel,
Deadbeat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ornette Coleman,
The Tremeloes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mars,
Supertramp,
Wally Richardson,
Gichy Dan,
Bad Manners,
Rites of Spring,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marvin Gaye,
Masters at Work,
The Fuzztones,
Charles Mingus,
Aswad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rakim,
10cc,
Heaven 17,
Grauzone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funkadelic,
Banda Bassotti,
A Certain Ratio,
Quadrant,
Matthew Bourne,
Accadde A,
Bluetip,
Sam Rivers,
Spandau Ballet,
Jandek,
Howard Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
FM Einheit,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.