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 Latvia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Terry Callier to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Patti Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Althea and Donna,
Suicide,
Harry Pussy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
FM Einheit,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mad Mike,
The Gap Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Crime,
Zapp,
Ken Boothe,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Görl,
Absolute Body Control,
Surgeon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blackbyrds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ossler,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry's Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Wire,
Essential Logic,
June of 44,
Severed Heads,
Depeche Mode,
Interpol,
John Holt,
Joe Finger,
Skarface,
Scan 7,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Infiniti,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Quando Quango,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harmonia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aaron Thompson,
Yellowson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Terry,
OOIOO,
Marine Girls,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.