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 Malta and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 PIL to the disco 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Pagans,
Judy Mowatt,
Procol Harum,
Susan Cadogan,
Skaos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bronski Beat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nik Kershaw,
the Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Deadbeat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
La Düsseldorf,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bluetip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick May,
Pulsallama,
Marine Girls,
Harmonia,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Bourne,
Arab on Radar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kas Product,
Flipper,
Carl Craig,
Blancmange,
Supertramp,
kango's stein massive,
Juan Atkins,
Slave,
The Real Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marcia Griffiths,
OOIOO,
cv313,
Roxette,
The New Christs,
Rod Modell,
Lou Christie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yellowson,
Fatback Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sparks,
Mantronix,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Associates,
The Tremeloes,
Warsaw,
Aaron Thompson,
CMW,
Organ,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.