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 Kiribati and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Scion to the disco 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Josef K,
Procol Harum,
X-101,
Japan,
The Last Poets,
Kurtis Blow,
China Crisis,
John Holt,
Guru Guru,
Marine Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
PIL,
Pylon,
Suicide,
Bronski Beat,
Graham Central Station,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
F. McDonald,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tom Boy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roger Hodgson,
Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
EPMD,
The Sound,
Deepchord,
Bluetip,
The Fall,
Visage,
Max Romeo,
Oneida,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker,
Scientists,
Avey Tare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Misunderstood,
DNA,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Near,
Black Moon,
David McCallum,
Mad Mike,
Hoover,
The Move,
Johnny Clarke,
Eurythmics,
The Walker Brothers,
Minor Threat,
The Moleskins,
Fluxion,
Banda Bassotti,
Pussy Galore,
Soulsonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.