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 Czech Republic and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Marc Almond to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe 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?
Eric B and Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kas Product,
Josef K,
the Slits,
Bauhaus,
The Five Americans,
Isaac Hayes,
JFA,
The Walker Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy Collins,
Banda Bassotti,
Letta Mbulu,
Scratch Acid,
CMW,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David McCallum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Birthday Party,
Country Teasers,
The Fortunes,
Iggy Pop,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young,
EPMD,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Half Japanese,
Bob Dylan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marine Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Morten Harket,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reuben Wilson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mark Hollis,
Severed Heads,
Public Enemy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Flipper,
Mandrill,
Oneida,
Todd Terry,
The Divine Comedy,
Rotary Connection,
Delta 5,
The Modern Lovers,
Q and Not U,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smiths,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Count Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
New York Dolls,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.