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 Maldives and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 John Foxx to the jazz 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiohead,
Zero Boys,
Pussy Galore,
The Knickerbockers,
Porter Ricks,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Barracudas,
Depeche Mode,
Organ,
X-101,
Ken Boothe,
Subhumans,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Be Bop Deluxe,
L. Decosne,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker,
The Fortunes,
Dead Boys,
Symarip,
Scrapy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
New Order,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amazonics,
The Stooges,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young,
Ultra Naté,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pop Group,
June Days,
Faust,
Sällskapet,
the Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Alphaville,
Anthony Braxton,
The Happenings,
Simply Red,
Don Cherry,
Dave Gahan,
The Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Modern Lovers,
Graham Central Station,
Second Layer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pole,
James White and The Blacks,
New York Dolls,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.