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 Tanzania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Jeff Lynne to the techno 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Little Man,
Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
Sarah Menescal,
Television Personalities,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Martian,
Motorama,
Procol Harum,
Magazine,
The Motions,
Funkadelic,
Sugar Minott,
Rotary Connection,
The Index,
Wally Richardson,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gladiators,
Marvin Gaye,
Connie Case,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Lydon,
Robert Görl,
Donny Hathaway,
the Association,
Basic Channel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Pus,
MC5,
Eddi Front,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Inner City,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gories,
Faust,
The Mojo Men,
Ornette Coleman,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxy Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris & Cosey,
David Axelrod,
Bob Dylan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Khruangbin,
Model 500,
The Names,
The Sonics,
CMW,
These Immortal Souls,
Tom Boy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Freddie Wadling,
Das Ding,
Tres Demented,
Vladislav Delay,
Lightning Bolt,
Sixth Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.