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 Thailand and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare,
Banda Bassotti,
Nas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Metal Thangz,
New Age Steppers,
Suicide,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Godley & Creme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantaleimon,
Kaleidoscope,
Ralphi Rosario,
Goldenarms,
The Count Five,
Ultra Naté,
World's Most,
Excepter,
Interpol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tom Boy,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Divine Comedy,
June Days,
Oneida,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Khruangbin,
K-Klass,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Hill,
Kerrie Biddell,
Accadde A,
Derrick Morgan,
Minnie Riperton,
Toni Rubio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Trojans,
Reagan Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erasure,
Rotary Connection,
The Associates,
The Fugs,
Talk Talk,
Danielle Patucci,
Scan 7,
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.