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 Chad and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Pus to the jazz 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Scion,
Todd Terry,
R.M.O.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liliput,
Nick Fraelich,
Funkadelic,
The Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oneida,
Technova,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Birthday Party,
Danielle Patucci,
Zapp,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Saccharine Trust,
EPMD,
David McCallum,
Boz Scaggs,
Au Pairs,
10cc,
Black Pus,
Harry Pussy,
MDC,
June Days,
The Residents,
Camouflage,
Agent Orange,
The Walker Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Misunderstood,
Buzzcocks,
Franke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Easy Going,
Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marmalade,
Jeff Lynne,
The Trojans,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cowsills,
The Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Yellowson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sex Pistols,
the Germs,
The Techniques,
Barry Ungar,
Depeche Mode,
The Evens,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.