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 Senegal and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Stockholm Monsters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Oneida,
Ludus,
Reagan Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül,
Soft Machine,
Accadde A,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Steve Hackett,
Blancmange,
Siglo XX,
Barry Ungar,
Sällskapet,
Darondo,
Don Cherry,
Spoonie Gee,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacob Miller,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dave Gahan,
The Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Wings,
Jeff Mills,
Agitation Free,
Groovy Waters,
X-101,
Albert Ayler,
Fela Kuti,
Swans,
The Motions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Trumans Water,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Adolescents,
The Blues Magoos,
Grey Daturas,
Nirvana,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faraquet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Raincoats,
Mr. Review,
One Last Wish,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
B.T. Express,
Alton Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Section 25,
Yaz,
Sarah Menescal,
Rosa Yemen,
Skarface,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Banda Bassotti,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.