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 Kosovo and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 the Soft Cell to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Sex Pistols,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Velvet Underground,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Hood,
The Cramps,
Wally Richardson,
Ronan,
Flash Fearless,
Minnie Riperton,
MDC,
Massinfluence,
The Modern Lovers,
Scan 7,
The Remains,
The Blues Magoos,
Stereo Dub,
Connie Case,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grey Daturas,
The Tremeloes,
Mad Mike,
Peter and Kerry,
Underground Resistance,
Piero Umiliani,
Nils Olav,
The Barracudas,
Sight & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Royal Trux,
Goldenarms,
Henry Cow,
Steve Hackett,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Essential Logic,
These Immortal Souls,
T. Rex,
Sound Behaviour,
Sister Nancy,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Wyatt,
MC5,
Anakelly,
Man Parrish,
The Busters,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris Corsano,
Pussy Galore,
the Germs,
Jacob Miller,
The Leaves,
Mantronix,
The Slackers,
The American Breed,
Sparks,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fall,
Icehouse,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.