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 Mauritius and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Circle Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Clarke,
The American Breed,
Reuben Wilson,
This Heat,
T.S.O.L.,
Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Model 500,
Pierre Henry,
Sixth Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Essential Logic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Machine,
Skaos,
Yusef Lateef,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-Ray Spex,
X-101,
Easy Going,
Vainqueur,
E-Dancer,
Deepchord,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Leaves,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DNA,
The New Christs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Toasters,
Siglo XX,
The Misunderstood,
Livin' Joy,
The Star Department,
Hardrive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Holt,
Ronan,
Mars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hasil Adkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kenny Larkin,
Metal Thangz,
The Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stetsasonic,
Crash Course in Science,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Görl,
Barrington Levy,
Thompson Twins,
Soul II Soul,
Grey Daturas,
The Techniques,
Spandau Ballet,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.