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 Slovakia and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barry Ungar to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Sneak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Young Marble Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Index,
Gong,
Barrington Levy,
Brick,
Ice-T,
Marshall Jefferson,
Prince Buster,
Siglo XX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Flash Fearless,
Magazine,
Desert Stars,
Wire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Malaria!,
Simply Red,
The Angels of Light,
Rekid,
Charles Mingus,
Second Layer,
Hardrive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cal Tjader,
Sällskapet,
cv313,
Essential Logic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Clear Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masters at Work,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June Days,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Little Man,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crooked Eye,
Vainqueur,
The Victims,
Nas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacob Miller,
the Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Moby Grape,
Marmalade,
PIL,
the Fania All-Stars,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.