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 Turkmenistan and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Tremeloes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Pierre Henry,
Fugazi,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
the Normal,
Grey Daturas,
Colin Newman,
Crime,
Visage,
John Lydon,
The Doors,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marine Girls,
The Selecter,
Sister Nancy,
Dead Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Tremeloes,
R.M.O.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Pole,
Groovy Waters,
Alton Ellis,
Y Pants,
Amazonics,
Tommy Roe,
Godley & Creme,
Faraquet,
Ten City,
Crispy Ambulance,
CMW,
The Associates,
Quadrant,
Lyres,
Wasted Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mummies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Five Americans,
Youth Brigade,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hashim,
Pulsallama,
Joyce Sims,
MC5,
Infiniti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Machine,
Section 25,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.