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 Congo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Simply Red to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Sarah Menescal,
This Heat,
Sound Behaviour,
Hoover,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Halsall,
Joensuu 1685,
Skarface,
Supertramp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Görl,
Lakeside,
The Blackbyrds,
Rites of Spring,
The Busters,
cv313,
The Dead C,
Ken Boothe,
Pussy Galore,
Shoche,
Cybotron,
Lyres,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Almond,
Joey Negro,
Sällskapet,
Laurel Aitken,
Deadbeat,
Eric Dolphy,
World's Most,
The Five Americans,
Bill Near,
Organ,
Funky Four + One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wasted Youth,
The Cure,
Oneida,
The Fugs,
The Moleskins,
The Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
The Birthday Party,
June of 44,
Ronan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mandrill,
Darondo,
Depeche Mode,
Sun City Girls,
Whodini,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Interpol,
Roxette,
Davy DMX,
Aswad,
In Retrospect,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.