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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 The Grass Roots to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Minny Pops,
Moebius,
Gerry Rafferty,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young,
Hashim,
Monolake,
The Cure,
10cc,
Avey Tare,
Cluster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
LL Cool J,
Brick,
Maurizio,
Mr. Review,
The Techniques,
Goldenarms,
Mark Hollis,
MC5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Young Marble Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Marvin Gaye,
Cybotron,
Smog,
Popol Vuh,
Alison Limerick,
Barry Ungar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skaos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Busters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Parrish,
The Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minutemen,
Patti Smith,
a-ha,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moleskins,
Sex Pistols,
Aural Exciters,
Danielle Patucci,
DNA,
Chrome,
Ultimate Spinach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cymande,
Zero Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Audionom,
Heaven 17,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.