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 Syria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barbara Tucker to the electroclash 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yusef Lateef,
Bush Tetras,
Rapeman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warsaw,
Aural Exciters,
Ultra Naté,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maurizio,
Blossom Toes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Panda Bear,
The Motions,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Foxx,
The Fortunes,
The Real Kids,
David McCallum,
The Walker Brothers,
Flipper,
Fad Gadget,
Eden Ahbez,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Sugar Minott,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moleskins,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
CMW,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Morten Harket,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Sam Rivers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Absolute Body Control,
Kas Product,
Jacob Miller,
The Human League,
Vainqueur,
Anakelly,
Faust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Theoretical Girls,
T. Rex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grey Daturas,
Harry Pussy,
The Toasters,
Cybotron,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.