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 Chile and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Tommy Roe 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Stooges,
Ludus,
Sarah Menescal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fatback Band,
Black Bananas,
Dark Day,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MC5,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Skatalites,
Frankie Knuckles,
U.S. Maple,
ABBA,
Symarip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Copeland,
Panda Bear,
Anakelly,
The Slits,
Icehouse,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Five Americans,
The Fugs,
Cameo,
Chrome,
Stereo Dub,
Qualms,
Agent Orange,
X-102,
Television Personalities,
Joyce Sims,
kango's stein massive,
Tommy Roe,
The Standells,
Chris & Cosey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funkadelic,
The Human League,
The Leaves,
Gong,
Groovy Waters,
Bronski Beat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The United States of America,
Rod Modell,
Pylon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerri Chandler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.