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 Brunei and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 X-Ray Spex to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Roxette 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 crunk 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Pop Group,
Darondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The American Breed,
The Litter,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers,
The Sonics,
The Slackers,
The Monks,
Patti Smith,
Intrusion,
Wire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Das Ding,
Yellowson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Liliput,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Althea and Donna,
Deadbeat,
Metal Thangz,
Boz Scaggs,
Dark Day,
The United States of America,
China Crisis,
Roxette,
David McCallum,
Accadde A,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Archie Shepp,
The Invisible,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
These Immortal Souls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Panda Bear,
L. Decosne,
Ludus,
Matthew Halsall,
Los Fastidios,
The Associates,
Eric Copeland,
Moss Icon,
Pierre Henry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Tres Demented,
Mandrill,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Audionom,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.