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 Argentina and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Second Layer to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Hardrive,
X-102,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young,
ABBA,
Vainqueur,
the Human League,
The Star Department,
Roger Hodgson,
Stiv Bators,
Blancmange,
Lakeside,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monolake,
Easy Going,
Robert Wyatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Womack,
Kayak,
Godley & Creme,
Harry Pussy,
Warren Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Fugazi,
Matthew Bourne,
Michelle Simonal,
New Age Steppers,
The Evens,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Sneak,
Sixth Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Juan Atkins,
the Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Bill Wells,
Ossler,
Alton Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Can,
Andrew Hill,
Man Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pagans,
Alison Limerick,
The Golliwogs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arthur Verocai,
cv313,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric B and Rakim,
JFA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.