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 Paraguay and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Guru Guru to the electroclash 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funkadelic,
Moss Icon,
Pere Ubu,
Colin Newman,
PIL,
Cybotron,
Lower 48,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
David Bowie,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Angels of Light,
X-102,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moby Grape,
Scientists,
The Fugs,
Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
Eve St. Jones,
Talk Talk,
Boz Scaggs,
Harry Pussy,
EPMD,
Black Moon,
Intrusion,
Mark Hollis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Foxx,
Kenny Larkin,
Pole,
The Fall,
Crooked Eye,
Arthur Verocai,
Wire,
The Smoke,
The Modern Lovers,
The Litter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Busters,
Sam Rivers,
Inner City,
Eddi Front,
June Days,
Skaos,
ABBA,
Wings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott Heron,
These Immortal Souls,
Terry Callier,
Roger Hodgson,
The Buckinghams,
John Holt,
The Remains,
The Wake,
The Associates,
The Moody Blues,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.