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 Ecuador and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The New Christs to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Rekid,
One Last Wish,
The Zeros,
Dorothy Ashby,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Y Pants,
Steve Hackett,
Bad Manners,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gun Club,
Pole,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Technova,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Make Up,
Black Bananas,
Cecil Taylor,
Shuggie Otis,
Yaz,
Blancmange,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magazine,
Negative Approach,
Lindisfarne,
the Human League,
Agitation Free,
48th St. Collective,
Carl Craig,
Archie Shepp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
R.M.O.,
Ludus,
Janne Schatter,
Marine Girls,
Rapeman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Knickerbockers,
Vladislav Delay,
Groovy Waters,
The Victims,
Connie Case,
Lucky Dragons,
Dead Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultravox,
Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
The Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Sugar Minott,
The Durutti Column,
Boredoms,
ABC,
Swans,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.