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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Seeds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Negative Approach,
The Golliwogs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Steve Hackett,
Grey Daturas,
The Slackers,
Rekid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kayak,
H. Thieme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Second Layer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Mark Hollis,
Toni Rubio,
Kas Product,
The Young Rascals,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bad Manners,
X-Ray Spex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monks,
The Selecter,
Tubeway Army,
Chris & Cosey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mad Mike,
The Beau Brummels,
Patti Smith,
Make Up,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed,
Donald Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang of Four,
Sixth Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Dave Gahan,
Talk Talk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxy Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Oneida,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers,
D'Angelo,
Pantaleimon,
Deakin,
Country Teasers,
Liliput,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.