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 Israel and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jacob Miller to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
David Bowie,
Maurizio,
Soft Cell,
Inner City,
Arthur Verocai,
John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Tim Buckley,
The Fugs,
Cymande,
Schoolly D,
Yaz,
Average White Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joy Division,
Peter and Kerry,
The Move,
Ludus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crime,
Wally Richardson,
Reuben Wilson,
Symarip,
Toni Rubio,
Technova,
China Crisis,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed,
Ultravox,
Marc Almond,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Order,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Jandek,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Star Department,
Magma,
Terrestrial Tones,
D'Angelo,
The Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
Rites of Spring,
Unrelated Segments,
Swell Maps,
Roxette,
David McCallum,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wasted Youth,
Metal Thangz,
The Gun Club,
Slick Rick,
Chris & Cosey,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.