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 Mongolia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 John Cale to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Leonard Cohen,
Scan 7,
Masters at Work,
Ituana,
Easy Going,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Slits,
Babytalk,
Swans,
Franke,
Average White Band,
Ronan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Lynne,
Heaven 17,
Josef K,
Vainqueur,
Nation of Ulysses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Wyatt,
the Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Sight & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
The Trojans,
Subhumans,
Byron Stingily,
Neu!,
X-Ray Spex,
PIL,
Cymande,
Excepter,
Technova,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Simply Red,
Soft Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Germs,
Y Pants,
Matthew Halsall,
Yazoo,
Marc Almond,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chrome,
Steve Hackett,
Scrapy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barry Ungar,
Scion,
Hashim,
The Blues Magoos,
Jawbox,
Todd Terry,
Suicide,
The Vogues,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.