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 Bulgaria and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Barbara Tucker to the punk 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rapeman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Loose Ends,
The Trojans,
Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
Zero Boys,
Stiv Bators,
The Index,
Chris & Cosey,
The Angels of Light,
Underground Resistance,
Kayak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Count Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barbara Tucker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Order,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
K-Klass,
The Residents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Sneak,
Stereo Dub,
Jimmy McGriff,
EPMD,
Bronski Beat,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Near,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Dual Sessions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yazoo,
Siglo XX,
Zapp,
Deadbeat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monks,
The Searchers,
Suicide,
Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Tom Boy,
Fluxion,
Camouflage,
Sam Rivers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronan,
Little Man,
Harry Pussy,
The Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.