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 Hungary 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tubeway Army to the crunk 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
The Martian,
Los Fastidios,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Angels of Light,
Sandy B,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nils Olav,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Machine,
Agent Orange,
Rotary Connection,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slackers,
Agitation Free,
Robert Görl,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Residents,
Tubeway Army,
Oblivians,
The Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Max Romeo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sällskapet,
Aaron Thompson,
the Bar-Kays,
The New Christs,
10cc,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Wake,
A Certain Ratio,
Howard Jones,
Easy Going,
Marmalade,
Liliput,
Reagan Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Juan Atkins,
Cameo,
Television,
Adolescents,
The Gun Club,
Kas Product,
Kaleidoscope,
Average White Band,
Sun City Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Mars,
The Cramps,
the Soft Cell,
Swans,
Deepchord,
The Offenders,
The Smoke,
Underground Resistance,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.