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 Syria and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Mary Jane Girls to the jazz 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Mars,
Motorama,
Porter Ricks,
Youth Brigade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
PIL,
The J.B.'s,
Eurythmics,
D'Angelo,
The Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Warren Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Brick,
Joe Finger,
The Residents,
The Count Five,
The Index,
the Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Outsiders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Juan Atkins,
Camouflage,
Henry Cow,
Jerry's Kids,
Q65,
Steve Hackett,
the Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Silicon Teens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Schoolly D,
Theoretical Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MDC,
Flamin' Groovies,
Con Funk Shun,
Blake Baxter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Archie Shepp,
Royal Trux,
Subhumans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Inner City,
The Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultravox,
In Retrospect,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Martian,
Visage,
The Zeros,
Jeff Mills,
X-Ray Spex,
Harmonia,
Zapp,
Cluster,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.