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 Turkmenistan and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The American Breed,
Outsiders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nirvana,
Los Fastidios,
Eli Mardock,
The Angels of Light,
Sight & Sound,
Wings,
The Smoke,
Icehouse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Underground Resistance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dawn Penn,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
Loose Ends,
JFA,
The Skatalites,
Agent Orange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flipper,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erykah Badu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suicide,
Tim Buckley,
OOIOO,
Camouflage,
Faraquet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ludus,
R.M.O.,
Popol Vuh,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-Ray Spex,
Alphaville,
Cameo,
Morten Harket,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deepchord,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Accadde A,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Axelrod,
Judy Mowatt,
Fluxion,
Isaac Hayes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Beau Brummels,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
D'Angelo,
Tears for Fears,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.