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 Japan and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Surgeon,
Rufus Thomas,
R.M.O.,
Ronan,
Blancmange,
Rosa Yemen,
Severed Heads,
Josef K,
Urselle,
Brick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minutemen,
Minny Pops,
Colin Newman,
Carl Craig,
L. Decosne,
The Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
K-Klass,
Mark Hollis,
Fear,
Buzzcocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Flesh Eaters,
E-Dancer,
Swell Maps,
The Monochrome Set,
Eve St. Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Average White Band,
The Barracudas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABC,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonic Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ponytail,
Audionom,
Barry Ungar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Christie,
Joey Negro,
Con Funk Shun,
Scratch Acid,
Rites of Spring,
Bauhaus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jandek,
KRS-One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Dolphy,
Neu!,
Johnny Clarke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pylon,
The Invisible,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.