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 Fiji and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sun City Girls to the dance 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Surgeon,
The Velvet Underground,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Organ,
T. Rex,
Subhumans,
The Gun Club,
Sun City Girls,
The Busters,
Ponytail,
The Index,
Stetsasonic,
New Age Steppers,
The Music Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amazonics,
Warsaw,
Quando Quango,
Sixth Finger,
Brick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Toasters,
Fear,
Cybotron,
The Martian,
Metal Thangz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rod Modell,
Donald Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Erasure,
Quantec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Mills,
Groovy Waters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marine Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Audionom,
Average White Band,
Barrington Levy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-Ray Spex,
Funky Four + One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mantronix,
Trumans Water,
Minutemen,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.