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 Japan and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Normal to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Desert Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Stiv Bators,
DNA,
The Grass Roots,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joey Negro,
Tim Buckley,
Suburban Knight,
Delta 5,
Tears for Fears,
Crooked Eye,
Little Man,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerri Chandler,
Porter Ricks,
Circle Jerks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thompson Twins,
the Sonics,
Quantec,
Robert Wyatt,
The Remains,
Nico,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Busters,
The Human League,
John Holt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television Personalities,
X-102,
Ultravox,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Qualms,
Flash Fearless,
Marmalade,
Robert Görl,
the Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter and Kerry,
The Real Kids,
The Selecter,
The Barracudas,
Boredoms,
Fugazi,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy Collins,
Outsiders,
R.M.O.,
Zero Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.