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 Denmark and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rap 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young,
The Red Krayola,
James White and The Blacks,
Crash Course in Science,
Rakim,
Yaz,
Moby Grape,
Ken Boothe,
Subhumans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Lynne,
Juan Atkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Michelle Simonal,
Youth Brigade,
The Cowsills,
kango's stein massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ossler,
MC5,
Sam Rivers,
Pierre Henry,
Ornette Coleman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Music Machine,
Don Cherry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hardrive,
Mo-Dettes,
Eli Mardock,
Dead Boys,
Joy Division,
The New Christs,
Fad Gadget,
Interpol,
Letta Mbulu,
Sixth Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül II,
Whodini,
Frankie Knuckles,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swell Maps,
Procol Harum,
June Days,
Glenn Branca,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick Morgan,
The Velvet Underground,
Duran Duran,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anthony Braxton,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.