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 Nepal and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rap 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Faraquet,
Rapeman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zapp,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Bowie,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Bauhaus,
The Moleskins,
Yaz,
The Mummies,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiohead,
Mission of Burma,
Cecil Taylor,
Flash Fearless,
Royal Trux,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crime,
The Saints,
Thompson Twins,
Steve Hackett,
Zero Boys,
Nirvana,
Trumans Water,
The Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alison Limerick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Order,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wasted Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
a-ha,
Mandrill,
Porter Ricks,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quantec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smoke,
The United States of America,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Icehouse,
Toni Rubio,
The Count Five,
Babytalk,
Juan Atkins,
The Star Department,
Dead Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Eddi Front,
Supertramp,
cv313,
Althea and Donna,
The Residents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.