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 East Timor 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Terry Callier to the grunge 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
DNA,
Skarface,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Birthday Party,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delta 5,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
The Names,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pagans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Infiniti,
Cameo,
Iggy Pop,
The Offenders,
The Smiths,
Visage,
Cheater Slicks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Kinks,
Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Zeros,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
U.S. Maple,
World's Most,
Quadrant,
Todd Terry,
Sun City Girls,
Thompson Twins,
John Lydon,
Lalann,
Panda Bear,
Moby Grape,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Motions,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wally Richardson,
Symarip,
Intrusion,
Von Mondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sister Nancy,
Eden Ahbez,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dave Gahan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anakelly,
The Cowsills,
Cybotron,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.