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 Slovenia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Robert Hood to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Style,
Jandek,
the Germs,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Barracudas,
Sparks,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Al Stewart,
David Axelrod,
The Wake,
Byron Stingily,
The Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-102,
Todd Terry,
Absolute Body Control,
Pole,
The Misunderstood,
John Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Franke,
Joyce Sims,
Goldenarms,
The Remains,
Japan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Easy Going,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oblivians,
The Victims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gong,
Lou Christie,
Delta 5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Wyatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABC,
Pylon,
The Moleskins,
David McCallum,
Wally Richardson,
Television Personalities,
Funkadelic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Loose Ends,
Index,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Pus,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.