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 Qatar and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 ABC to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Gichy Dan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Osbourne,
This Heat,
Nas,
Reuben Wilson,
The Count Five,
Scion,
A Certain Ratio,
D'Angelo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vladislav Delay,
Saccharine Trust,
Ralphi Rosario,
R.M.O.,
Faust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Görl,
T. Rex,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Main Source,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mandrill,
The New Christs,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Parry Music,
The Kinks,
John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Crime,
The Martian,
Eden Ahbez,
Technova,
The Neon Judgement,
Lakeside,
Joyce Sims,
David Bowie,
Arab on Radar,
Schoolly D,
Judy Mowatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Zeros,
CMW,
The Angels of Light,
Con Funk Shun,
June of 44,
The Sonics,
Ituana,
Lungfish,
Blake Baxter,
The Blues Magoos,
Negative Approach,
Soft Machine,
The Mummies,
F. McDonald,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.