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 Paraguay 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 The Birthday Party to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Royal Trux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Adolescents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Machine,
FM Einheit,
PIL,
UT,
The Moody Blues,
The Litter,
Prince Buster,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
The Red Krayola,
Byron Stingily,
Mark Hollis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rapeman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magma,
June Days,
Nik Kershaw,
David Bowie,
T.S.O.L.,
Susan Cadogan,
The Young Rascals,
The Real Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sandy B,
Gang Green,
Archie Shepp,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Angels of Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Goldenarms,
Cluster,
Moby Grape,
L. Decosne,
Thompson Twins,
Gichy Dan,
CMW,
Agitation Free,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camouflage,
The Happenings,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Moon,
Tommy Roe,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.