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 United States and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
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 linndrum 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 Jawbox to the grunge 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Cramps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smoke,
Camberwell Now,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harry Pussy,
48th St. Collective,
Mark Hollis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cybotron,
Urselle,
Radio Birdman,
Steve Hackett,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gabor Szabo,
La Düsseldorf,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Order,
Siglo XX,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zero Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick May,
Hardrive,
Dead Boys,
The Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Names,
Drexciya,
Smog,
The Mummies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mo-Dettes,
Joy Division,
Wasted Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
L. Decosne,
David Axelrod,
The Detroit Cobras,
Average White Band,
The Gun Club,
10cc,
Japan,
Mandrill,
JFA,
The Invisible,
Adolescents,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Goldenarms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tommy Roe,
X-102,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.