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 Lebanon and from New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the disco 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Moby Grape,
Altered Images,
Max Romeo,
Pere Ubu,
Easy Going,
Ken Boothe,
The Dead C,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nas,
Marc Almond,
8 Eyed Spy,
Parry Music,
Black Flag,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Last Poets,
Ronan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roger Hodgson,
Henry Cow,
Hashim,
Lou Christie,
Dave Gahan,
Wire,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Searchers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Malaria!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
LL Cool J,
The Mojo Men,
The Doors,
Soulsonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
June Days,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Misunderstood,
Oblivians,
Make Up,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Motions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yazoo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Walker Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Ponytail,
Agent Orange,
Procol Harum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mantronix,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.