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 Yemen and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 L. Decosne 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Toni Rubio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moody Blues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zero Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Donald Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Pole,
Chris & Cosey,
The Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
Wally Richardson,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-102,
John Foxx,
The Cramps,
Simply Red,
Iggy Pop,
Swell Maps,
Crooked Eye,
Mary Jane Girls,
PIL,
Chris Corsano,
Tom Boy,
the Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monochrome Set,
One Last Wish,
The Music Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Altered Images,
The Stooges,
Scan 7,
Erykah Badu,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker,
June Days,
Leonard Cohen,
48th St. Collective,
MC5,
Main Source,
Nick Fraelich,
Freddie Wadling,
Dave Gahan,
Steve Hackett,
Depeche Mode,
Half Japanese,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.