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 Niger and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moleskins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pop Group,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fugazi,
New Age Steppers,
Roger Hodgson,
Cecil Taylor,
Gong,
Bad Manners,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang On A Can,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
Aaron Thompson,
Groovy Waters,
The Gladiators,
Lungfish,
Pylon,
Accadde A,
KRS-One,
DJ Style,
Buzzcocks,
Unwound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
The Count Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zapp,
Peter & Gordon,
Dual Sessions,
Harmonia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Flesh Eaters,
Max Romeo,
Man Parrish,
Skriet,
Intrusion,
The Cowsills,
Second Layer,
Eddi Front,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alison Limerick,
PIL,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare,
Dennis Brown,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.