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 Cuba and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Fear to the dance 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Gap Band,
Black Sheep,
New York Dolls,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Busters,
Camouflage,
Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quando Quango,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Music Machine,
K-Klass,
Sam Rivers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slits,
The Dead C,
Pantaleimon,
Tom Boy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
In Retrospect,
Hasil Adkins,
U.S. Maple,
These Immortal Souls,
The Barracudas,
Crime,
Robert Görl,
Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Scientists,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
Smog,
JFA,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül II,
a-ha,
Hardrive,
Sällskapet,
Rufus Thomas,
The Tremeloes,
David McCallum,
Gang Starr,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alice Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
World's Most,
E-Dancer,
The Walker Brothers,
The New Christs,
Bob Dylan,
Brand Nubian,
EPMD,
FM Einheit,
The Smoke,
Matthew Bourne,
Severed Heads,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.