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 Singapore and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 The Angels of Light to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Spandau Ballet,
Josef K,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Bowie,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zero Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maleditus Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cal Tjader,
The Smiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marvin Gaye,
Surgeon,
Eve St. Jones,
Easy Going,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pere Ubu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
PIL,
Urselle,
Altered Images,
China Crisis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Desert Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Charles Mingus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ossler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Grass Roots,
The Barracudas,
The Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Organ,
Fela Kuti,
The Human League,
June of 44,
Eddi Front,
Reagan Youth,
Rod Modell,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agitation Free,
Howard Jones,
Black Flag,
David McCallum,
Mantronix,
Bad Manners,
Anakelly,
John Holt,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.