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 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Beau Brummels,
Sex Pistols,
Marvin Gaye,
The Young Rascals,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sparks,
Marc Almond,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Inner City,
Angry Samoans,
Blossom Toes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Motorama,
Tim Buckley,
Tres Demented,
Dawn Penn,
The Monochrome Set,
Ornette Coleman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MDC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Section 25,
Swell Maps,
Blancmange,
Wally Richardson,
Make Up,
The Real Kids,
DJ Style,
Tubeway Army,
Barbara Tucker,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül,
Scan 7,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerrie Biddell,
Technova,
Surgeon,
Slave,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The American Breed,
Nirvana,
The Count Five,
The Buckinghams,
Symarip,
Yellowson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Foxx,
Sexual Harrassment,
Saccharine Trust,
Interpol,
Desert Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Faust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gladiators,
ABC,
Wire,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.