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 Jamaica and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aloha Tigers to the crunk 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Porter Ricks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pere Ubu,
The Gun Club,
In Retrospect,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
Oblivians,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Curtis Mayfield,
Smog,
Pantaleimon,
Tears for Fears,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare,
The Wake,
Deakin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Fania All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Radiohead,
The Mummies,
Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Lynne,
The Names,
Fad Gadget,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick May,
Brand Nubian,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tommy Roe,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Freddie Wadling,
Erasure,
Stiv Bators,
Bluetip,
DNA,
Lou Reed,
Kenny Larkin,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smoke,
Interpol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Boredoms,
John Foxx,
Supertramp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monolake,
Whodini,
Public Image Ltd.,
Archie Shepp,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.