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 Kuwait and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Excepter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Whodini,
Todd Rundgren,
Y Pants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Zapp,
Rod Modell,
Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
Basic Channel,
China Crisis,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thompson Twins,
Wolf Eyes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boz Scaggs,
The Busters,
Alton Ellis,
Niagra,
Bobby Byrd,
Hardrive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yazoo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sällskapet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Adolescents,
The Stooges,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deakin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eve St. Jones,
Cal Tjader,
MC5,
Todd Terry,
Gang Starr,
Infiniti,
Skaos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
CMW,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxette,
the Human League,
June Days,
Joe Smooth,
Pantytec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Von Mondo,
The Moody Blues,
The Doors,
Ronnie Foster,
Boredoms,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.