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 Comoros and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 X-101 to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Blancmange,
Qualms,
T. Rex,
Desert Stars,
Quando Quango,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neu!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
Magazine,
Steve Hackett,
AZ,
Loose Ends,
The Gap Band,
10cc,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Skatalites,
Intrusion,
Surgeon,
The Offenders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Divine Comedy,
Nik Kershaw,
Chrome,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris Corsano,
Harpers Bizarre,
Von Mondo,
a-ha,
Maurizio,
The Gories,
Yusef Lateef,
Jandek,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New York Dolls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Susan Cadogan,
Nation of Ulysses,
PIL,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Hoover,
Interpol,
Black Sheep,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dennis Brown,
The Golliwogs,
Amazonics,
Average White Band,
The J.B.'s,
Ken Boothe,
Deadbeat,
Lyres,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.