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 Niger and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kaleidoscope to the electroclash 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Foxx,
Arthur Verocai,
Make Up,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Buzzcocks,
Supertramp,
Circle Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
Rakim,
Q65,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiohead,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Normal,
Jerry's Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Archie Shepp,
AZ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
New York Dolls,
The Litter,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slackers,
Leonard Cohen,
Dawn Penn,
The Doors,
Bootsy Collins,
Section 25,
Essential Logic,
Ultra Naté,
Das Ding,
Jawbox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythm & Sound,
KRS-One,
Gang Green,
Minutemen,
Amazonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Marmalade,
Ice-T,
Johnny Osbourne,
Panda Bear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Black Sheep,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donald Byrd,
T. Rex,
Index,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.