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 Angola and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Ralphi Rosario to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Gabor Szabo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Moon,
Niagra,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bad Manners,
Bush Tetras,
The Smiths,
Parry Music,
Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Circle Jerks,
The Pop Group,
Gong,
Dawn Penn,
Crash Course in Science,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agent Orange,
The Dead C,
Los Fastidios,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxy Music,
The Fortunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ossler,
Skriet,
Godley & Creme,
Ronan,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Move,
Bobby Sherman,
The Associates,
Robert Görl,
The United States of America,
Carl Craig,
The Vogues,
Groovy Waters,
Guru Guru,
Morten Harket,
Sight & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
The Leaves,
Yazoo,
Zapp,
Moss Icon,
Black Sheep,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultimate Spinach,
EPMD,
cv313,
Kas Product,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mark Hollis,
Moebius,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.