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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Residents to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
ABC,
the Normal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yellowson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
OOIOO,
Harmonia,
Loose Ends,
Gabor Szabo,
Ituana,
Sun City Girls,
Kas Product,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Machine,
Talk Talk,
The Star Department,
Ludus,
Eve St. Jones,
Joey Negro,
Minutemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mars,
Eric Dolphy,
John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
The Move,
Leonard Cohen,
Simply Red,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacques Brel,
kango's stein massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Magazine,
Accadde A,
Wings,
Darondo,
Skaos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
Joe Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
Josef K,
Ultravox,
Mo-Dettes,
Agent Orange,
Rites of Spring,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
ABBA,
Crooked Eye,
Nils Olav,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camberwell Now,
Lee Hazlewood,
Isaac Hayes,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
In Retrospect,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.