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 Estonia and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Flash Fearless to the electroclash 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The American Breed,
Au Pairs,
Ten City,
Blancmange,
Ice-T,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faraquet,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
Technova,
Loose Ends,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Foxx,
The Wake,
Donny Hathaway,
Joy Division,
Cecil Taylor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ponytail,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nils Olav,
Boredoms,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Halsall,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deakin,
Brick,
Severed Heads,
Warsaw,
The Misunderstood,
Joey Negro,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Germs,
Neil Young,
Procol Harum,
Charles Mingus,
Tubeway Army,
Oneida,
Lightning Bolt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Holt,
MDC,
Excepter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lower 48,
The Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
The Gories,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heaven 17,
Soul II Soul,
Crispian St. Peters,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Can,
Man Parrish,
Davy DMX,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.