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 Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marvin Gaye to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Shuggie Otis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Thompson Twins,
The Motions,
Bill Wells,
Theoretical Girls,
Rod Modell,
Sun City Girls,
The Busters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joy Division,
Siglo XX,
Henry Cow,
Arcadia,
The American Breed,
Hoover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
Connie Case,
Kerri Chandler,
Lungfish,
The Grass Roots,
Unrelated Segments,
Smog,
Agitation Free,
Toni Rubio,
Bang On A Can,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül,
The Cramps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Flesh Eaters,
Khruangbin,
The Black Dice,
Ornette Coleman,
Blake Baxter,
Mars,
Scion,
Rosa Yemen,
The Invisible,
Matthew Halsall,
Rekid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sällskapet,
Harmonia,
Ralphi Rosario,
Iggy Pop,
Malaria!,
Bauhaus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick Morgan,
Eddi Front,
F. McDonald,
The Associates,
Al Stewart,
Symarip,
The Zeros,
the Soft Cell,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.