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 Estonia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Schoolly D to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Faraquet,
OOIOO,
Maleditus Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Scratch Acid,
The Offenders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Outsiders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sight & Sound,
The Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Unwound,
John Foxx,
Bad Manners,
Kayak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doors,
Sly & The Family Stone,
In Retrospect,
Groovy Waters,
Anthony Braxton,
Young Marble Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra,
Arab on Radar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flash Fearless,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Letta Mbulu,
Von Mondo,
China Crisis,
the Normal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young,
Gang Starr,
Y Pants,
Shuggie Otis,
Deepchord,
New York Dolls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Circle Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Delta 5,
Joe Finger,
Public Enemy,
The Wake,
Severed Heads,
Scan 7,
Faust,
The Remains,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick Morgan,
Suburban Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Index,
Tubeway Army,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.