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 Chad and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Morten Harket to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Agitation Free,
Subhumans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
JFA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barry Ungar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Toasters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gabor Szabo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lower 48,
One Last Wish,
The Slackers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Malaria!,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marine Girls,
Morten Harket,
a-ha,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry's Kids,
Kayak,
Zapp,
Hot Snakes,
Crash Course in Science,
Second Layer,
Accadde A,
Bauhaus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minutemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
48th St. Collective,
Pole,
John Foxx,
Heaven 17,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eli Mardock,
The Monochrome Set,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris Corsano,
Television Personalities,
Radiohead,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra,
Iggy Pop,
Royal Trux,
Steve Hackett,
The Wake,
The Kinks,
Colin Newman,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultravox,
Liliput,
the Normal,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.