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 Portugal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 The Litter 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Grauzone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cameo,
Visage,
The Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Don Cherry,
Chris Corsano,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camberwell Now,
The Cowsills,
The Leaves,
The Associates,
Talk Talk,
Leonard Cohen,
Rakim,
ABBA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nico,
Alison Limerick,
Piero Umiliani,
The Wake,
Bang On A Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Excepter,
Monks,
The Five Americans,
Wings,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Althea and Donna,
Wasted Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Unwound,
Eve St. Jones,
Niagra,
Yusef Lateef,
Brass Construction,
Marc Almond,
One Last Wish,
The Motions,
The New Christs,
Von Mondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crime,
Stiv Bators,
Q65,
Joey Negro,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Porter Ricks,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.