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 Andorra and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 The Seeds to the disco 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Inner City,
Easy Going,
The Moody Blues,
Blake Baxter,
Donny Hathaway,
The Red Krayola,
Los Fastidios,
Stetsasonic,
Agitation Free,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Josef K,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lungfish,
The Monochrome Set,
Mars,
Maurizio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Massinfluence,
the Germs,
Quadrant,
Radiopuhelimet,
Piero Umiliani,
Qualms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Juan Atkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
K-Klass,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Organ,
Warren Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Womack,
Mad Mike,
Black Flag,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Bowie,
Johnny Clarke,
Lakeside,
Ohio Players,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alice Coltrane,
UT,
Spoonie Gee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Tremeloes,
Fad Gadget,
Basic Channel,
The Misunderstood,
Dawn Penn,
Curtis Mayfield,
Graham Central Station,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Rundgren,
Grauzone,
Dead Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
Magazine,
Smog,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.