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 Benin and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
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 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 Fat Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alphaville,
Godley & Creme,
Talk Talk,
The Fortunes,
The American Breed,
Echospace,
June of 44,
Stiv Bators,
Make Up,
Morten Harket,
Patti Smith,
The Gap Band,
Joe Finger,
The Move,
B.T. Express,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Osbourne,
Subhumans,
The Mummies,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arab on Radar,
Icehouse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barrington Levy,
Model 500,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Moon,
Babytalk,
The Mojo Men,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rapeman,
The Happenings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy Collins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Intrusion,
Piero Umiliani,
Heaven 17,
T. Rex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Remains,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thompson Twins,
Kayak,
Gabor Szabo,
LL Cool J,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantytec,
The Gladiators,
Unwound,
Mission of Burma,
Joyce Sims,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wally Richardson,
AZ,
The Divine Comedy,
Clear Light,
Lyres,
F. McDonald,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.