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 New Zealand and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 Modern Lovers 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Joe Smooth,
Black Pus,
Danielle Patucci,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T.S.O.L.,
Model 500,
The Tremeloes,
Brass Construction,
Albert Ayler,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül,
Wally Richardson,
Letta Mbulu,
Glenn Branca,
Fat Boys,
Fatback Band,
Porter Ricks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Supertramp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smoke,
Derrick May,
Clear Light,
Slave,
Panda Bear,
Underground Resistance,
Rites of Spring,
Ultimate Spinach,
Janne Schatter,
Desert Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Leaves,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Golliwogs,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
JFA,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxy Music,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Icehouse,
Scan 7,
Cluster,
Mr. Review,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Busters,
Joe Finger,
Erasure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kaleidoscope,
Fugazi,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.