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 Kuwait and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angry Samoans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Mantronix,
Yellowson,
Althea and Donna,
The Slits,
Jawbox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
June Days,
the Association,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Machine,
Lakeside,
Lalann,
Soft Cell,
the Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Angry Samoans,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Henry Cow,
Archie Shepp,
Deadbeat,
Skarface,
Kerri Chandler,
the Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yusef Lateef,
Scratch Acid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yaz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Osbourne,
Josef K,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
The Techniques,
Eurythmics,
The Trojans,
Black Flag,
the Bar-Kays,
Circle Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drexciya,
Deepchord,
Erykah Badu,
Colin Newman,
The Associates,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rod Modell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amazonics,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.