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 Sri Lanka and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Liliput to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Byron Stingily,
AZ,
Laurel Aitken,
Tres Demented,
Fluxion,
Dave Gahan,
The Associates,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Almond,
The Raincoats,
Flipper,
Black Pus,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Christie,
Q and Not U,
Alison Limerick,
Arab on Radar,
Shuggie Otis,
Agent Orange,
FM Einheit,
John Lydon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Graham Central Station,
H. Thieme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Infiniti,
Television,
The Fall,
Gang of Four,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonic Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacques Brel,
Cybotron,
Sex Pistols,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Enemy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glenn Branca,
Essential Logic,
The Fortunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
John Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun City Girls,
Mark Hollis,
The Skatalites,
La Düsseldorf,
Quando Quango,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sällskapet,
The Human League,
Excepter,
Second Layer,
Au Pairs,
Carl Craig,
Eden Ahbez,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.