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 Pakistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Popol Vuh to the techno 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Essential Logic,
Josef K,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zapp,
The Real Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blake Baxter,
Pere Ubu,
Metal Thangz,
Youth Brigade,
The Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pretty Things,
Bluetip,
Skriet,
ABC,
Underground Resistance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maleditus Sound,
Skarface,
The Tremeloes,
Sällskapet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Au Pairs,
Massinfluence,
Robert Görl,
Siglo XX,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Steve Hackett,
Davy DMX,
Main Source,
Soul II Soul,
PIL,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The J.B.'s,
Zero Boys,
Symarip,
CMW,
Kenny Larkin,
Amazonics,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlback,
Qualms,
Suburban Knight,
The Happenings,
Television,
Pole,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Gabor Szabo,
The Grass Roots,
Moss Icon,
Pantaleimon,
Fluxion,
Tubeway Army,
The Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
The Doors,
The Standells,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.