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 Romania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Normal to the dance 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Robert Görl,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hardrive,
Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
Andrew Hill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Mark Hollis,
Freddie Wadling,
Tim Buckley,
Arcadia,
Essential Logic,
Pylon,
The Cowsills,
Bush Tetras,
Eddi Front,
Reuben Wilson,
Royal Trux,
Pantytec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joey Negro,
Eric Copeland,
Donny Hathaway,
Underground Resistance,
Mandrill,
Roxy Music,
Porter Ricks,
The New Christs,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Byrd,
FM Einheit,
Symarip,
Faraquet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Sneak,
Pet Shop Boys,
B.T. Express,
The Beau Brummels,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Metal Thangz,
Monolake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Womack,
Ultravox,
Moby Grape,
The Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
The Happenings,
Althea and Donna,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Leaves,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Altered Images,
New Age Steppers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mojo Men,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.