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 Estonia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Howard Jones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Machine,
Sandy B,
Suburban Knight,
John Cale,
Colin Newman,
Hashim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June of 44,
Supertramp,
Flipper,
Marvin Gaye,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chrome,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mantronix,
Scion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sugar Minott,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arcadia,
David McCallum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lungfish,
Harmonia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Mills,
Danielle Patucci,
The Skatalites,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pole,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Busters,
Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hot Snakes,
The Black Dice,
Section 25,
This Heat,
The Gories,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
The New Christs,
Lebanon Hanover,
PIL,
Reagan Youth,
The Doors,
Newcleus,
The Seeds,
Boredoms,
Dual Sessions,
Nico,
Carl Craig,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.