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 Iraq and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Holger Czukay 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 Shuggie Otis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonic Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Deakin,
Visage,
Shuggie Otis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Juan Atkins,
Camberwell Now,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxette,
Hashim,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül,
Terry Callier,
Aaron Thompson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pylon,
Erasure,
Lyres,
Loose Ends,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed,
Moebius,
Television Personalities,
Grey Daturas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pulsallama,
X-102,
Trumans Water,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slick Rick,
China Crisis,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Roger Hodgson,
Mission of Burma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Misunderstood,
Cecil Taylor,
Gabor Szabo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Raincoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Howard Jones,
The Fortunes,
Mark Hollis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pierre Henry,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Near,
Zapp,
Circle Jerks,
Fugazi,
Alphaville,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.