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 Latvia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Inner City to the electroclash 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Busters,
The Leaves,
Ronan,
Buzzcocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Henry Cow,
Godley & Creme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Cal Tjader,
Skriet,
Yellowson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Schoolly D,
Ossler,
The Smiths,
Piero Umiliani,
Gong,
New York Dolls,
The Doors,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pole,
Ultra Naté,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang of Four,
Adolescents,
Liliput,
Gil Scott Heron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Prince Buster,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick May,
Todd Terry,
Ornette Coleman,
FM Einheit,
Glenn Branca,
The Litter,
Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
Donald Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Amazonics,
The Searchers,
Quando Quango,
Country Teasers,
Nico,
Gichy Dan,
10cc,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Womack,
Traffic Nightmare,
K-Klass,
The Last Poets,
Brick,
Easy Going,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mars,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.