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 Cameroon and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doors,
The Slackers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bluetip,
The United States of America,
Camberwell Now,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Happenings,
Liliput,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalann,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flipper,
Deepchord,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Bourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Adolescents,
Amazonics,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Altered Images,
cv313,
Ultravox,
The Music Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
X-Ray Spex,
Audionom,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brick,
Faust,
The Divine Comedy,
Von Mondo,
The Raincoats,
The Martian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
L. Decosne,
Bauhaus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kayak,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monks,
Jandek,
Scion,
Tommy Roe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yusef Lateef,
Make Up,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Halsall,
H. Thieme,
Lyres,
Scrapy,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.