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 Ukraine and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tubeway Army to the grunge 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Move,
Neil Young,
Goldenarms,
Alison Limerick,
The Music Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Interpol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-101,
Stetsasonic,
Thee Headcoats,
R.M.O.,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mummies,
John Foxx,
Chris Corsano,
Pantaleimon,
Sugar Minott,
June of 44,
Scott Walker,
The Gun Club,
Bob Dylan,
Altered Images,
Skarface,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pop Group,
Theoretical Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Parry Music,
Flipper,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yusef Lateef,
Moby Grape,
Wasted Youth,
Rakim,
Lower 48,
Sixth Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brothers Johnson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
World's Most,
Magazine,
One Last Wish,
Icehouse,
Anakelly,
The Knickerbockers,
Slick Rick,
Peter & Gordon,
Funkadelic,
Dead Boys,
Kas Product,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barrington Levy,
Fatback Band,
Adolescents,
Infiniti,
Can,
Whodini,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.