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 Taiwan and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 La Düsseldorf to the crunk 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Godley & Creme,
Pylon,
The Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Names,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pretty Things,
Black Pus,
Harmonia,
Rotary Connection,
a-ha,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Bowie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chrome,
Amon Düül II,
Cybotron,
The Durutti Column,
the Bar-Kays,
Letta Mbulu,
Heaven 17,
The Cowsills,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blackbyrds,
The Move,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Inner City,
the Swans,
The Invisible,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Index,
Groovy Waters,
Harpers Bizarre,
B.T. Express,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Almond,
Gang of Four,
Monolake,
The Techniques,
Connie Case,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Halsall,
Stereo Dub,
Television,
The Buckinghams,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Altered Images,
Cecil Taylor,
In Retrospect,
The Gun Club,
Aaron Thompson,
The Velvet Underground,
Gong,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
The Golliwogs,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.