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 Georgia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Donald Fagen 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 Peter & Gordon to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonic Youth,
Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Royal Trux,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Make Up,
Sound Behaviour,
June Days,
Procol Harum,
Ludus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun City Girls,
Main Source,
Fugazi,
Bronski Beat,
Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sällskapet,
MDC,
Livin' Joy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Remains,
Janne Schatter,
Jacob Miller,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arab on Radar,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harry Pussy,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy Collins,
Marmalade,
The Last Poets,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mark Hollis,
Deakin,
Negative Approach,
Hashim,
The Litter,
Subhumans,
The Fortunes,
Marc Almond,
ABC,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Saccharine Trust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.