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 Croatia and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Womack,
Pussy Galore,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sandy B,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gladiators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ponytail,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mission of Burma,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
One Last Wish,
Goldenarms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minutemen,
Masters at Work,
The Tremeloes,
Anakelly,
Warsaw,
Todd Terry,
Ronan,
Guru Guru,
Gang Green,
Motorama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Janne Schatter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Smog,
Bobby Sherman,
Essential Logic,
Donny Hathaway,
the Germs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Au Pairs,
Moebius,
UT,
Japan,
Derrick Morgan,
Scrapy,
DNA,
Sonic Youth,
Blancmange,
Steve Hackett,
The Dead C,
The Barracudas,
Suicide,
10cc,
Ultra Naté,
Little Man,
Anthony Braxton,
Sixth Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
The Victims,
Bluetip,
China Crisis,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.