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 Croatia and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Model 500 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Shuggie Otis,
Unrelated Segments,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
This Heat,
The Kinks,
Gang Starr,
Liliput,
Rites of Spring,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gladiators,
The Fortunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Buckinghams,
The J.B.'s,
Livin' Joy,
Mars,
Tears for Fears,
Terry Callier,
Pantaleimon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cluster,
Funkadelic,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Finger,
The Searchers,
Iggy Pop,
The Gun Club,
Deadbeat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suicide,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flipper,
Kayak,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül II,
Au Pairs,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Hood,
The Last Poets,
Nick Fraelich,
Vladislav Delay,
The Angels of Light,
Gang of Four,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Eden Ahbez,
One Last Wish,
Nico,
Niagra,
Sight & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Alice Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Parry Music,
Marc Almond,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Parrish,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.