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 South Sudan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the disco 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Moebius,
Letta Mbulu,
Quando Quango,
Underground Resistance,
The Martian,
Danielle Patucci,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pagans,
Icehouse,
the Human League,
The Dead C,
Curtis Mayfield,
Be Bop Deluxe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oblivians,
MDC,
Soft Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Funky Four + One,
Sandy B,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jimmy McGriff,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Starr,
Masters at Work,
Theoretical Girls,
Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eden Ahbez,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swell Maps,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Supertramp,
Zero Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Ronnie Foster,
U.S. Maple,
John Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Howard Jones,
D'Angelo,
The Fugs,
The Cure,
Brass Construction,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
Model 500,
Bob Dylan,
Steve Hackett,
Lindisfarne,
Ronan,
Spoonie Gee,
Yellowson,
Thompson Twins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.