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 Nauru and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 the Association to the funk 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Chrome,
the Association,
Public Image Ltd.,
Henry Cow,
The Music Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Maurizio,
Banda Bassotti,
Underground Resistance,
MDC,
DJ Sneak,
Scion,
Malaria!,
Skaos,
Lucky Dragons,
Clear Light,
The Gladiators,
Sixth Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Enemy,
Soul II Soul,
the Slits,
Toni Rubio,
10cc,
Niagra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stiv Bators,
Ponytail,
Tears for Fears,
Joensuu 1685,
Marvin Gaye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nico,
Bootsy Collins,
Janne Schatter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ohio Players,
Outsiders,
Radio Birdman,
Harry Pussy,
Scan 7,
Negative Approach,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythm & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter and Kerry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Althea and Donna,
The Misunderstood,
Faust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Supertramp,
Oneida,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ten City,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.