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 Monaco and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Roxette to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
James White and The Blacks,
Minutemen,
Lakeside,
the Human League,
Sonic Youth,
Angry Samoans,
The Fortunes,
The Toasters,
X-Ray Spex,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tom Boy,
Ultimate Spinach,
EPMD,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Pylon,
Morten Harket,
Jacob Miller,
Thee Headcoats,
Al Stewart,
Average White Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Misunderstood,
Alphaville,
Anakelly,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zapp,
Sun City Girls,
Black Pus,
The Pretty Things,
Wasted Youth,
The Invisible,
Lightning Bolt,
the Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
The Golliwogs,
Q and Not U,
Organ,
The Divine Comedy,
The Raincoats,
The Doors,
The Angels of Light,
Country Teasers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Das Ding,
John Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smiths,
Au Pairs,
Quando Quango,
MC5,
Ponytail,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Bourne,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.