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 Iceland and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Blancmange to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Sandy B,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MDC,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Standells,
Harry Pussy,
Yusef Lateef,
Malaria!,
Aloha Tigers,
Chrome,
X-102,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gabor Szabo,
The Star Department,
Angry Samoans,
Loose Ends,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick May,
Depeche Mode,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heaven 17,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Guru Guru,
The Busters,
Television,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Pulsallama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vainqueur,
Gang Green,
Slave,
Technova,
Mad Mike,
The Gladiators,
The Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Deakin,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fall,
Zapp,
Harmonia,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Womack,
Au Pairs,
Bang On A Can,
Hasil Adkins,
the Swans,
Suicide,
Leonard Cohen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.