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 Taiwan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Angry Samoans to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
U.S. Maple,
The American Breed,
Guru Guru,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Carl Craig,
The Zeros,
Country Teasers,
The Skatalites,
The Cramps,
Icehouse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Theoretical Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
In Retrospect,
Pylon,
Ossler,
Deakin,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter & Gordon,
Aaron Thompson,
Metal Thangz,
Tim Buckley,
Mission of Burma,
Accadde A,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Brothers Johnson,
Scan 7,
Godley & Creme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deadbeat,
Archie Shepp,
the Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alison Limerick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ohio Players,
Minor Threat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The New Christs,
The Names,
Youth Brigade,
Make Up,
Severed Heads,
Fatback Band,
Heaven 17,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Roxette,
Harry Pussy,
Morten Harket,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABBA,
Cal Tjader,
Saccharine Trust,
John Holt,
Kurtis Blow,
Negative Approach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.