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 United Kingdom and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the disco 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Moss Icon,
The Birthday Party,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Teasers,
Ultra Naté,
Reagan Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Faraquet,
Yellowson,
Bronski Beat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scientists,
PIL,
Funkadelic,
Parry Music,
Goldenarms,
Lightning Bolt,
The Names,
The Fugs,
The Pop Group,
The Music Machine,
Black Bananas,
Stereo Dub,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Associates,
Joyce Sims,
Scrapy,
Sugar Minott,
D'Angelo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oneida,
Tears for Fears,
Audionom,
Technova,
Wolf Eyes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quando Quango,
Television,
U.S. Maple,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camberwell Now,
Mr. Review,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Smog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pussy Galore,
Saccharine Trust,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young,
Fluxion,
Symarip,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry's Kids,
The Raincoats,
This Heat,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.