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 Niger 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lungfish to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Joe Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Techniques,
Barrington Levy,
La Düsseldorf,
Motorama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Josef K,
Basic Channel,
Loose Ends,
Barclay James Harvest,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Michelle Simonal,
Scion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rotary Connection,
D'Angelo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Al Stewart,
kango's stein massive,
Con Funk Shun,
UT,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Slits,
Model 500,
Thee Headcoats,
Cymande,
The Alarm Clocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dennis Brown,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alton Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Tubeway Army,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joensuu 1685,
Shuggie Otis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amazonics,
Schoolly D,
Gang of Four,
The Knickerbockers,
New York Dolls,
Byron Stingily,
Hashim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Laurel Aitken,
Blake Baxter,
Essential Logic,
Pagans,
Pole,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.