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 Chad and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Kenny Larkin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
The New Christs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül II,
Joyce Sims,
Visage,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Altered Images,
Marvin Gaye,
Colin Newman,
Oblivians,
Alison Limerick,
Janne Schatter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camberwell Now,
Pulsallama,
Rhythm & Sound,
MC5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Talk Talk,
Wings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Star Department,
R.M.O.,
The Neon Judgement,
Cameo,
Rufus Thomas,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Newcleus,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Red Krayola,
Icehouse,
Au Pairs,
Gabor Szabo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Groovy Waters,
Soulsonic Force,
The Last Poets,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
Ten City,
Scan 7,
Japan,
Bauhaus,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Adolescents,
L. Decosne,
The Wake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Young Rascals,
New York Dolls,
the Association,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.