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 Belize and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 The Young Rascals to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Tim Buckley,
Blancmange,
Fear,
The Cramps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yazoo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Babytalk,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Sherman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crime,
Pole,
The Detroit Cobras,
Henry Cow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
F. McDonald,
Sixth Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Procol Harum,
The Monochrome Set,
Deepchord,
D'Angelo,
The Smiths,
Cybotron,
David Bowie,
Bluetip,
Sight & Sound,
Scion,
Little Man,
Magazine,
Patti Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Niagra,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Banda Bassotti,
Althea and Donna,
Excepter,
Bush Tetras,
The Names,
K-Klass,
The Knickerbockers,
Junior Murvin,
Flipper,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Smooth,
June of 44,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
In Retrospect,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blossom Toes,
Rod Modell,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.