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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barbara Tucker to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Supertramp,
Can,
The Leaves,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Christie,
Oblivians,
Susan Cadogan,
Carl Craig,
Man Parrish,
John Lydon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Blancmange,
Nils Olav,
Steve Hackett,
Suicide,
Quantec,
Gang Green,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Beau Brummels,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marine Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacob Miller,
Surgeon,
D'Angelo,
Jawbox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q and Not U,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joensuu 1685,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sällskapet,
John Foxx,
Lalann,
Warsaw,
Wasted Youth,
X-102,
Young Marble Giants,
Grauzone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funkadelic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jimmy McGriff,
Organ,
Simply Red,
Lower 48,
Quadrant,
Yusef Lateef,
Tomorrow,
Josef K,
The Misunderstood,
ABC,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.