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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Davy DMX to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Whodini,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Animal Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxy Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smiths,
Agent Orange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Intrusion,
Stiv Bators,
Severed Heads,
DJ Style,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doors,
Matthew Halsall,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed,
Scratch Acid,
Marmalade,
Pussy Galore,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Standells,
Black Pus,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Remains,
Spandau Ballet,
Porter Ricks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sällskapet,
ABC,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Bourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Trumans Water,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fluxion,
PIL,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Moon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Das Ding,
The Offenders,
Main Source,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June Days,
Suicide,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül II,
Silicon Teens,
New York Dolls,
Cybotron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lakeside,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.