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 Togo and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Flash Fearless to the funk 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Sällskapet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Alison Limerick,
Y Pants,
Camouflage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rites of Spring,
Neu!,
Joey Negro,
Lalann,
Grey Daturas,
The Sonics,
Rakim,
John Foxx,
the Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Sparks,
Scion,
Rotary Connection,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül II,
Barbara Tucker,
Bauhaus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gun Club,
Monolake,
Ituana,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The New Christs,
Scan 7,
Peter & Gordon,
Livin' Joy,
Nirvana,
Erykah Badu,
The Remains,
Al Stewart,
Black Pus,
Symarip,
Scott Walker,
Black Moon,
Byron Stingily,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Lynne,
Maurizio,
Gabor Szabo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fatback Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Five Americans,
Motorama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tomorrow,
World's Most,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zapp,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.