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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Soft Cell to the rock 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Adolescents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Sällskapet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Juan Atkins,
Cymande,
The Blackbyrds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thee Headcoats,
Au Pairs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television,
Accadde A,
Bobby Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Symarip,
New Order,
The Misunderstood,
Traffic Nightmare,
This Heat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Malaria!,
Fluxion,
Lalann,
The Saints,
Bronski Beat,
Ohio Players,
Hoover,
The Music Machine,
Sandy B,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Halsall,
Tres Demented,
Circle Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neu!,
EPMD,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cal Tjader,
Wally Richardson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Organ,
Depeche Mode,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Make Up,
The Martian,
Tubeway Army,
Tim Buckley,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Flag,
Darondo,
Peter & Gordon,
Harry Pussy,
Pulsallama,
The Gories,
Popol Vuh,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.