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 Georgia and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 New York Dolls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Gong,
The Cramps,
Pussy Galore,
Lucky Dragons,
Bush Tetras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faraquet,
Derrick Morgan,
Lakeside,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rufus Thomas,
Byron Stingily,
Skaos,
Stockholm Monsters,
U.S. Maple,
Grey Daturas,
Guru Guru,
Fatback Band,
Lyres,
the Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
The Invisible,
Kaleidoscope,
Intrusion,
Barbara Tucker,
Steve Hackett,
The Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gichy Dan,
Darondo,
B.T. Express,
Bang On A Can,
Blancmange,
Stiv Bators,
Mantronix,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed,
Siglo XX,
Make Up,
Los Fastidios,
The Fuzztones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
The Happenings,
Quantec,
Metal Thangz,
The Techniques,
Juan Atkins,
Royal Trux,
The American Breed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
In Retrospect,
Leonard Cohen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Sheep,
Flipper,
Yaz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.