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 Malta and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Joyce Sims 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Jerry's Kids,
Heaven 17,
The Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
Chris & Cosey,
Metal Thangz,
Ultra Naté,
Model 500,
Man Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
June of 44,
Average White Band,
Adolescents,
Yazoo,
Camouflage,
Aswad,
Trumans Water,
Eric Copeland,
Agent Orange,
Sixth Finger,
Groovy Waters,
Thee Headcoats,
Stereo Dub,
The Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Wire,
MC5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swell Maps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Whodini,
Scrapy,
Youth Brigade,
CMW,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hashim,
The Blackbyrds,
Marmalade,
Technova,
Bill Near,
The Residents,
Royal Trux,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fuzztones,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
David McCallum,
Lower 48,
X-102,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABBA,
Panda Bear,
ABC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.