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 Mexico and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Livin' Joy to the techno 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Lower 48,
Marmalade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blake Baxter,
Essential Logic,
Juan Atkins,
Mad Mike,
The Victims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Near,
Byron Stingily,
The Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
New York Dolls,
The Misunderstood,
Chris Corsano,
Judy Mowatt,
John Holt,
The Golliwogs,
cv313,
The New Christs,
The Searchers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Five Americans,
Howard Jones,
Organ,
The Fugs,
Man Parrish,
Japan,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Moon,
Von Mondo,
Ice-T,
Spoonie Gee,
X-Ray Spex,
Spandau Ballet,
Deadbeat,
Saccharine Trust,
Au Pairs,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Order,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dead Boys,
Buzzcocks,
The Real Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
FM Einheit,
Bang On A Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.