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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Alphaville to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Evens,
Minutemen,
Roger Hodgson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yazoo,
Bang On A Can,
UT,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skarface,
The Alarm Clocks,
AZ,
T.S.O.L.,
Brothers Johnson,
Cal Tjader,
Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
Theoretical Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
John Cale,
Oblivians,
John Foxx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultravox,
The Monochrome Set,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Near,
The Fall,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bluetip,
Gong,
CMW,
Spoonie Gee,
The Angels of Light,
Magazine,
Sällskapet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Lightning Bolt,
Adolescents,
Black Bananas,
Popol Vuh,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pulsallama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Names,
Technova,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul II Soul,
Sonic Youth,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.