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 Turkey and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Leonard Cohen to the techno 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Index,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sarah Menescal,
Talk Talk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ludus,
Minor Threat,
Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Pylon,
The Slackers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fall,
Quadrant,
Fluxion,
Oblivians,
Ultra Naté,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Cell,
The Litter,
ABBA,
The Raincoats,
The Smiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythm & Sound,
H. Thieme,
The Techniques,
Hoover,
The Move,
Ossler,
June Days,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Axelrod,
Half Japanese,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Golliwogs,
Newcleus,
Wally Richardson,
Minny Pops,
Whodini,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
EPMD,
Marc Almond,
The Residents,
Fela Kuti,
Reagan Youth,
In Retrospect,
The Dead C,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mr. Review,
Davy DMX,
Bronski Beat,
Supertramp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.