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 Russia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Halifax.
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 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 Dead Boys to the jazz 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cramps,
Animal Collective,
Basic Channel,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalann,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABC,
The Modern Lovers,
Cal Tjader,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Raincoats,
Arcadia,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Kayak,
Flipper,
Rekid,
Gabor Szabo,
Kurtis Blow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Albert Ayler,
Audionom,
Section 25,
Charles Mingus,
Tubeway Army,
Toni Rubio,
The Vogues,
The Durutti Column,
Dead Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Minny Pops,
Malaria!,
Fat Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spoonie Gee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Toasters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gong,
Outsiders,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fugs,
Bronski Beat,
The Victims,
Deepchord,
The Slackers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stereo Dub,
Cybotron,
H. Thieme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.