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 Luxembourg and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Schoolly D to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Barrington Levy,
Scrapy,
Donald Byrd,
Icehouse,
cv313,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cure,
Monks,
Chrome,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Black Dice,
Scan 7,
Newcleus,
Mantronix,
Bluetip,
Wally Richardson,
The Move,
Lebanon Hanover,
Circle Jerks,
World's Most,
Joyce Sims,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Green,
Tears for Fears,
Lalo Schifrin,
Main Source,
The Fortunes,
kango's stein massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Enemy,
The Pop Group,
Y Pants,
Simply Red,
Gichy Dan,
Lindisfarne,
The Blues Magoos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
Sound Behaviour,
Quando Quango,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick May,
Grauzone,
Robert Görl,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young,
the Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Youth Brigade,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Hill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warren Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gories,
Oblivians,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.