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 Iraq and from Bremen.
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 Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Echospace to the punk 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The Barracudas,
Niagra,
Moby Grape,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sight & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Barrington Levy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donny Hathaway,
Althea and Donna,
Colin Newman,
Cheater Slicks,
The Knickerbockers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Lydon,
Y Pants,
Nico,
The Monks,
Lalann,
Neil Young,
Joey Negro,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dual Sessions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skarface,
L. Decosne,
Eric Copeland,
Maleditus Sound,
Mad Mike,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monolake,
The Blues Magoos,
James White and The Blacks,
Jawbox,
Jerry's Kids,
the Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Wasted Youth,
Oblivians,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bluetip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nirvana,
Surgeon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker,
Ronan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grauzone,
Joyce Sims,
Trumans Water,
EPMD,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erasure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dark Day,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.