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 Guinea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mark Hollis to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alphaville,
Blake Baxter,
cv313,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Buzzcocks,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Mills,
the Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Japan,
Toni Rubio,
Mr. Review,
The Fugs,
The Velvet Underground,
Crash Course in Science,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Red Krayola,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gastr Del Sol,
One Last Wish,
Drexciya,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thompson Twins,
The Modern Lovers,
Barbara Tucker,
Marine Girls,
ABBA,
Audionom,
Flash Fearless,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Malaria!,
Peter & Gordon,
Brothers Johnson,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick May,
The Gap Band,
Public Enemy,
The Tremeloes,
John Cale,
Amon Düül,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick Morgan,
ABC,
Depeche Mode,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angry Samoans,
Model 500,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yusef Lateef,
Youth Brigade,
Spandau Ballet,
The Music Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.