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 Kosovo and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Inner City to the techno 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
X-Ray Spex,
Skaos,
Harry Pussy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Starr,
Nik Kershaw,
Visage,
Ossler,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers,
Peter & Gordon,
Yusef Lateef,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gories,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Wake,
The Happenings,
Marvin Gaye,
Wasted Youth,
Intrusion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rapeman,
Loose Ends,
Deepchord,
Jerry Gold Smith,
L. Decosne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Los Fastidios,
Massinfluence,
Ronan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Graham Central Station,
Popol Vuh,
Newcleus,
Eurythmics,
Sight & Sound,
Kayak,
Nick Fraelich,
Slick Rick,
Circle Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Associates,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gap Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.