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 Angola and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 the Normal to the dance 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pagans,
Parry Music,
Fela Kuti,
Bauhaus,
CMW,
Babytalk,
The Young Rascals,
Arthur Verocai,
Eve St. Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Main Source,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anthony Braxton,
Hardrive,
Maleditus Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Fugazi,
Derrick May,
Freddie Wadling,
The Durutti Column,
The Kinks,
Steve Hackett,
Section 25,
Crash Course in Science,
Q65,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Lungfish,
The Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sam Rivers,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Subhumans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gabor Szabo,
AZ,
Procol Harum,
Blossom Toes,
Neu!,
The Grass Roots,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.