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 India and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Symarip to the jazz 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Magazine,
Supertramp,
Wire,
Japan,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantaleimon,
The Gun Club,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
Slick Rick,
Altered Images,
The Mojo Men,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mantronix,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quando Quango,
Roxette,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Halsall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ice-T,
Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Infiniti,
Spandau Ballet,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Duran Duran,
David Bowie,
The Gladiators,
Max Romeo,
The Monochrome Set,
Cybotron,
Brass Construction,
Chris Corsano,
Scion,
This Heat,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Funkadelic,
These Immortal Souls,
Radio Birdman,
Pole,
Heaven 17,
Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Excepter,
Dave Gahan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Desert Stars,
Brick,
Tres Demented,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick Morgan,
The Buckinghams,
The Gap Band,
Cameo,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.