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 Italy and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeff Lynne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Bill Wells,
Rites of Spring,
Sugar Minott,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pretty Things,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Faust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris Corsano,
The Selecter,
Chrome,
Cybotron,
Das Ding,
Aural Exciters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scratch Acid,
cv313,
The Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Byron Stingily,
Alison Limerick,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Sheep,
Goldenarms,
Roxette,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gladiators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fear,
Silicon Teens,
The Names,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
CMW,
Amon Düül,
David McCallum,
The Skatalites,
Iggy Pop,
Minor Threat,
X-Ray Spex,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reagan Youth,
Marmalade,
the Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Kinks,
The New Christs,
Suburban Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Bourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.