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 Burkina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultravox to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Kas Product,
Todd Rundgren,
Glambeats Corp.,
Althea and Donna,
Surgeon,
Archie Shepp,
Massinfluence,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick May,
Blake Baxter,
New Order,
Danielle Patucci,
John Holt,
Guru Guru,
Porter Ricks,
Mad Mike,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Litter,
The Gap Band,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Clarke,
The Martian,
Bluetip,
Bootsy Collins,
Dark Day,
E-Dancer,
Howard Jones,
Colin Newman,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
The New Christs,
Moby Grape,
Minor Threat,
Agent Orange,
Rites of Spring,
Michelle Simonal,
Fluxion,
Qualms,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare,
Sex Pistols,
MC5,
Average White Band,
Darondo,
China Crisis,
Alton Ellis,
Alphaville,
Marmalade,
Joe Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vainqueur,
Stereo Dub,
Grey Daturas,
Negative Approach,
Scrapy,
Oneida,
Peter & Gordon,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.