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 Liberia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 The Kinks to the rock 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Mark Hollis,
Nico,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amazonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Victims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sex Pistols,
The Litter,
The Mummies,
Quadrant,
Section 25,
Buzzcocks,
Gang of Four,
Eric Copeland,
The Buckinghams,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Vogues,
Swans,
Yellowson,
Tubeway Army,
The Gap Band,
Severed Heads,
Wasted Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Blossom Toes,
Negative Approach,
Oblivians,
Delta 5,
Blancmange,
R.M.O.,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Adolescents,
Goldenarms,
Tears for Fears,
Eurythmics,
Reagan Youth,
X-101,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Carl Craig,
Marc Almond,
Darondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Second Layer,
Intrusion,
Sandy B,
Visage,
Faust,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Beau Brummels,
Harry Pussy,
The Fall,
Nick Fraelich,
Niagra,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.