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 Australia and from Cairo.
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 Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Modern Lovers to the disco 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion 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?
Moby Grape,
Black Moon,
Marine Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerri Chandler,
Donald Byrd,
Monks,
Technova,
Crispy Ambulance,
World's Most,
Q and Not U,
The Stooges,
Erykah Badu,
Mars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Bill Near,
The Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Alphaville,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smoke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slave,
David McCallum,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare,
Eurythmics,
Monolake,
PIL,
Reagan Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Procol Harum,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Divine Comedy,
The Tremeloes,
The Star Department,
JFA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Al Stewart,
Junior Murvin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ossler,
Goldenarms,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Tears for Fears,
The Pretty Things,
Thompson Twins,
Bad Manners,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rekid,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.