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 Austria 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rock 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
The Invisible,
Sparks,
Faust,
Cluster,
Grey Daturas,
Alison Limerick,
Suicide,
T. Rex,
Kas Product,
The Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Maleditus Sound,
the Sonics,
The Evens,
The Tremeloes,
Monolake,
Junior Murvin,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Hill,
Magma,
Negative Approach,
Ornette Coleman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
a-ha,
The Walker Brothers,
This Heat,
the Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tubeway Army,
Circle Jerks,
ABC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Yellowson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terry Callier,
E-Dancer,
The Moleskins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Skaos,
Roger Hodgson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Outsiders,
Shoche,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantytec,
Idris Muhammad,
DNA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
10cc,
Wasted Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.