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 Kuwait and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric B and Rakim to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Altered Images,
Parry Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed,
Lindisfarne,
The Stooges,
Blancmange,
Albert Ayler,
Tom Boy,
Pantaleimon,
Roxy Music,
Joensuu 1685,
Niagra,
Vladislav Delay,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Godley & Creme,
Byron Stingily,
Brick,
Darondo,
The Selecter,
Flipper,
Kas Product,
X-102,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Steve Hackett,
Von Mondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Franke,
Inner City,
Janne Schatter,
Talk Talk,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mo-Dettes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Dolphy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stetsasonic,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers,
Lungfish,
Average White Band,
Black Flag,
Moebius,
The Count Five,
OOIOO,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tubeway Army,
The Mummies,
Suicide,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Groovy Waters,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.