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 Brazil and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 T. Rex to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Das Ding,
Infiniti,
Moebius,
Mo-Dettes,
Morten Harket,
Scan 7,
Mark Hollis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
Easy Going,
Interpol,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rosa Yemen,
Icehouse,
One Last Wish,
Fugazi,
Skaos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed,
Nirvana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Copeland,
The Pretty Things,
Metal Thangz,
Massinfluence,
DJ Sneak,
Qualms,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ornette Coleman,
Livin' Joy,
Ronan,
The Mummies,
Eve St. Jones,
World's Most,
Spandau Ballet,
ABC,
In Retrospect,
Wolf Eyes,
Newcleus,
Loose Ends,
The Tremeloes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marmalade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unwound,
Country Teasers,
Harry Pussy,
Parry Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rotary Connection,
Barrington Levy,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Gang Dance,
Guru Guru,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.