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 Taiwan and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 48th St. Collective to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Little Man,
The Happenings,
Johnny Clarke,
Eli Mardock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Circle Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Quando Quango,
Iggy Pop,
Eddi Front,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Accadde A,
Television Personalities,
The Flesh Eaters,
Symarip,
Robert Hood,
Dual Sessions,
The Cure,
Peter and Kerry,
Bauhaus,
Colin Newman,
The Toasters,
Terry Callier,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Goldenarms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skaos,
The Walker Brothers,
John Cale,
Neil Young,
Fluxion,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxy Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ice-T,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wasted Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Slave,
Erasure,
Jawbox,
Sarah Menescal,
Motorama,
The Gun Club,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tom Boy,
Suburban Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ken Boothe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tres Demented,
Moebius,
Bad Manners,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxette,
Boredoms,
The Remains,
Basic Channel,
The New Christs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.