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 Venezuela and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Yazoo to the rock 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Pylon,
Lou Christie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dual Sessions,
Vainqueur,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delta 5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Outsiders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Piero Umiliani,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drexciya,
Max Romeo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arcadia,
Magazine,
The Misunderstood,
Smog,
Alphaville,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dead Boys,
Black Sheep,
Brand Nubian,
The Mummies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Durutti Column,
L. Decosne,
Shoche,
Skarface,
Accadde A,
June Days,
John Coltrane,
The Names,
Symarip,
Pussy Galore,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Half Japanese,
Eve St. Jones,
The Zeros,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crooked Eye,
Angry Samoans,
Sällskapet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
PIL,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eurythmics,
Lucky Dragons,
cv313,
Josef K,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minor Threat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.