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 Jordan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the funk 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Colin Newman,
U.S. Maple,
Slave,
Nils Olav,
Television Personalities,
Pantytec,
Popol Vuh,
Jandek,
Porter Ricks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moleskins,
Josef K,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Clarke,
Hasil Adkins,
Brothers Johnson,
The Skatalites,
Eve St. Jones,
Qualms,
The Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Pagans,
Howard Jones,
Mars,
Todd Rundgren,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marvin Gaye,
Dave Gahan,
The Misunderstood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anakelly,
Alton Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Tremeloes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Litter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
Nico,
Spandau Ballet,
Parry Music,
World's Most,
Babytalk,
ABBA,
Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Copeland,
Ultravox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marine Girls,
Skriet,
Accadde A,
Kenny Larkin,
The Evens,
Pierre Henry,
Ronan,
Erasure,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.