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 Edmonton.
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 Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Camberwell Now to the disco 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Scan 7,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Altered Images,
Hardrive,
The American Breed,
Ronan,
Agitation Free,
The Fall,
Dead Boys,
Deakin,
New York Dolls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Raincoats,
Blossom Toes,
Grauzone,
Maleditus Sound,
The Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Fela Kuti,
U.S. Maple,
Zero Boys,
The Gap Band,
Ossler,
Pantaleimon,
Althea and Donna,
Funkadelic,
The Sound,
Maurizio,
Archie Shepp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roger Hodgson,
Faraquet,
Q65,
Moss Icon,
Sonic Youth,
Lyres,
John Foxx,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Lucky Dragons,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Supertramp,
Scratch Acid,
Isaac Hayes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Happenings,
Gang Starr,
Tears for Fears,
The Blues Magoos,
kango's stein massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ken Boothe,
Kerri Chandler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.