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 Mali and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dave Gahan to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Suicide,
OOIOO,
Agitation Free,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television,
Derrick May,
Ultravox,
Interpol,
Jawbox,
Rekid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
Animal Collective,
Albert Ayler,
Suburban Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Guru Guru,
Joe Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Eddi Front,
Gang of Four,
Dead Boys,
Bush Tetras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Eve St. Jones,
David McCallum,
Bill Near,
Letta Mbulu,
Royal Trux,
Make Up,
The Beau Brummels,
Kenny Larkin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Modern Lovers,
Sällskapet,
The Invisible,
Maleditus Sound,
the Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smiths,
Scratch Acid,
Erasure,
Zero Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pylon,
Sugar Minott,
the Germs,
Con Funk Shun,
Cymande,
Bang On A Can,
The Evens,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.