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 Guyana and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 the Human League to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Fad Gadget,
Cal Tjader,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül II,
The Vogues,
The Modern Lovers,
Funkadelic,
Archie Shepp,
The Beau Brummels,
John Lydon,
Anthony Braxton,
The Residents,
The Kinks,
X-101,
The Golliwogs,
Loose Ends,
Can,
EPMD,
Harpers Bizarre,
June of 44,
Yusef Lateef,
cv313,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erykah Badu,
Quadrant,
Swell Maps,
LL Cool J,
The J.B.'s,
The Selecter,
These Immortal Souls,
Tommy Roe,
T.S.O.L.,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Womack,
D'Angelo,
Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Wells,
Kayak,
The Associates,
Marc Almond,
Brick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül,
Blancmange,
The Mummies,
Jeru the Damaja,
B.T. Express,
Circle Jerks,
Bauhaus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scion,
Erasure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.