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 Eritrea and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Kerri Chandler,
The J.B.'s,
Mandrill,
Whodini,
The Tremeloes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wings,
Colin Newman,
The Zeros,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wasted Youth,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra,
The Divine Comedy,
Steve Hackett,
Thompson Twins,
Gastr Del Sol,
OOIOO,
Glenn Branca,
Erasure,
Fugazi,
Little Man,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fat Boys,
Moby Grape,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare,
Nas,
Arthur Verocai,
Q and Not U,
Interpol,
Scratch Acid,
The American Breed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MDC,
Gong,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül II,
H. Thieme,
Sällskapet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed,
Joe Finger,
Au Pairs,
Josef K,
Flipper,
Arab on Radar,
CMW,
Lungfish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Foxx,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.