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 Switzerland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moody Blues 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Rod Modell,
The Saints,
Gabor Szabo,
Goldenarms,
Lightning Bolt,
Pagans,
The Names,
the Normal,
Joy Division,
Lungfish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television,
The Leaves,
New York Dolls,
Loose Ends,
the Association,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gong,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flipper,
Cheater Slicks,
ABC,
B.T. Express,
David Axelrod,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare,
Franke,
Grey Daturas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Parrish,
The Wake,
Malaria!,
CMW,
The Last Poets,
The Gap Band,
The Angels of Light,
Youth Brigade,
Groovy Waters,
Scratch Acid,
Technova,
Bobby Sherman,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crash Course in Science,
Steve Hackett,
Minnie Riperton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cymande,
LL Cool J,
Heaven 17,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacques Brel,
Guru Guru,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lebanon Hanover,
U.S. Maple,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.