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 Vietnam and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Oblivians to the rock 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Near,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Association,
PIL,
Metal Thangz,
cv313,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Moon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camberwell Now,
Ponytail,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scientists,
Joey Negro,
John Lydon,
Arcadia,
Trumans Water,
Basic Channel,
Moby Grape,
Quantec,
Quadrant,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Modern Lovers,
John Cale,
The Victims,
Sonic Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker,
Davy DMX,
Monolake,
the Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Das Ding,
Masters at Work,
Al Stewart,
Prince Buster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Offenders,
The Fall,
The Cramps,
Bobby Womack,
Rosa Yemen,
Depeche Mode,
Cymande,
Franke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Terry Callier,
The Blackbyrds,
10cc,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.