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 Grenada and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Stiv Bators to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ice-T,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Enemy,
Joyce Sims,
the Sonics,
10cc,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Niagra,
kango's stein massive,
Wally Richardson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
One Last Wish,
Rod Modell,
The Dirtbombs,
Nico,
Babytalk,
Whodini,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Procol Harum,
the Germs,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DNA,
Scratch Acid,
MDC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ohio Players,
Rites of Spring,
The Buckinghams,
Liliput,
Tubeway Army,
Brick,
Roxette,
Marshall Jefferson,
Trumans Water,
Barbara Tucker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Neon Judgement,
MC5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Loose Ends,
Kayak,
Bobby Sherman,
Joy Division,
Oblivians,
Guru Guru,
The Young Rascals,
Goldenarms,
Unrelated Segments,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.