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 Honduras and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barry Ungar to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Bauhaus,
The Cramps,
Junior Murvin,
Michelle Simonal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Victims,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Whodini,
OOIOO,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wolf Eyes,
Darondo,
Television,
Tres Demented,
Shuggie Otis,
Sällskapet,
Fluxion,
Archie Shepp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bluetip,
Don Cherry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stiv Bators,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brand Nubian,
Unwound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Rundgren,
Blancmange,
Cal Tjader,
Schoolly D,
Colin Newman,
Rosa Yemen,
The Birthday Party,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smoke,
Interpol,
Barbara Tucker,
Gong,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun City Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Easy Going,
Althea and Donna,
Tears for Fears,
Au Pairs,
The Moleskins,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker,
Moebius,
Pagans,
Crooked Eye,
the Bar-Kays,
Janne Schatter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.