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 Mozambique and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Black Sheep to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monochrome Set,
Marcia Griffiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bronski Beat,
U.S. Maple,
Kerri Chandler,
The Standells,
Kenny Larkin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The United States of America,
Chris Corsano,
Janne Schatter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
AZ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy Collins,
Isaac Hayes,
B.T. Express,
Monks,
Fugazi,
Excepter,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smoke,
La Düsseldorf,
Vladislav Delay,
Japan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pop Group,
The Misunderstood,
The Raincoats,
Joensuu 1685,
CMW,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wally Richardson,
Silicon Teens,
Monolake,
Althea and Donna,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swell Maps,
Easy Going,
Chris & Cosey,
Icehouse,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Hood,
Slave,
Prince Buster,
F. McDonald,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Hill,
Country Teasers,
Ohio Players,
Godley & Creme,
Roxette,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.