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 Korea North and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 ABC to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Green,
The Wake,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oneida,
Roxette,
The Busters,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-Ray Spex,
Theoretical Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Model 500,
Eden Ahbez,
Audionom,
Black Pus,
Bad Manners,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smoke,
Crooked Eye,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultravox,
Lindisfarne,
Freddie Wadling,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
KRS-One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Motions,
D'Angelo,
Banda Bassotti,
Mary Jane Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Aswad,
Clear Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Raincoats,
Y Pants,
Joensuu 1685,
Trumans Water,
T. Rex,
Royal Trux,
Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Don Cherry,
Michelle Simonal,
Accadde A,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Terry,
L. Decosne,
The Selecter,
Ten City,
Skarface,
Godley & Creme,
the Human League,
Sandy B,
Metal Thangz,
Technova,
Ituana,
Aural Exciters,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.