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 Bangladesh and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Swans to the electroclash 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Can,
Max Romeo,
Jerry's Kids,
Symarip,
The Litter,
Eve St. Jones,
Dark Day,
The Invisible,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mantronix,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Los Fastidios,
Urselle,
Gil Scott Heron,
Josef K,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mojo Men,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Judy Mowatt,
Erasure,
Henry Cow,
Mark Hollis,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agitation Free,
Harry Pussy,
Depeche Mode,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monks,
Rekid,
Soul II Soul,
Aural Exciters,
Prince Buster,
Roxette,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thompson Twins,
Popol Vuh,
Oneida,
Tubeway Army,
Peter & Gordon,
PIL,
Q and Not U,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warren Ellis,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed,
Deepchord,
Monolake,
Intrusion,
Accadde A,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Loose Ends,
Spandau Ballet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Banda Bassotti,
Angry Samoans,
The Real Kids,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.