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 Ethiopia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Sun City Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
the Swans,
Icehouse,
LL Cool J,
Cabaret Voltaire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Neon Judgement,
the Soft Cell,
The Fall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mandrill,
Hashim,
Neu!,
Guru Guru,
Mad Mike,
Godley & Creme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Schoolly D,
John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Blossom Toes,
Sandy B,
Newcleus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Second Layer,
Lucky Dragons,
Blake Baxter,
The Martian,
Eli Mardock,
The Beau Brummels,
Stiv Bators,
Simply Red,
Infiniti,
The Golliwogs,
JFA,
The Red Krayola,
Boz Scaggs,
Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smoke,
MC5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glenn Branca,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slave,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zero Boys,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The American Breed,
Khruangbin,
Harry Pussy,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.