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 Laos and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marc Almond to the rock 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Erykah Badu,
Lalann,
Jeru the Damaja,
EPMD,
Surgeon,
Henry Cow,
Duran Duran,
Robert Hood,
Gichy Dan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
World's Most,
David McCallum,
Agitation Free,
Marine Girls,
48th St. Collective,
OOIOO,
DJ Sneak,
The Divine Comedy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brand Nubian,
The Fall,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris Corsano,
Ronan,
Guru Guru,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Brick,
Intrusion,
Visage,
Shuggie Otis,
Lungfish,
Faust,
Fat Boys,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Fraelich,
Spandau Ballet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Germs,
Moss Icon,
Yaz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dirtbombs,
Mo-Dettes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Holt,
Cluster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Das Ding,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick May,
ABBA,
Donny Hathaway,
Tommy Roe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
B.T. Express,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slick Rick,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.