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 Poland and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Second Layer to the rock 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Nico,
Prince Buster,
The Moody Blues,
Slick Rick,
The Barracudas,
Peter and Kerry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bluetip,
Television Personalities,
A Flock of Seagulls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quantec,
Hoover,
Suicide,
Shuggie Otis,
Jawbox,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eden Ahbez,
Chrome,
The Skatalites,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare,
Hasil Adkins,
One Last Wish,
Desert Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Television,
The Dirtbombs,
Gong,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scion,
Easy Going,
Guru Guru,
Marc Almond,
The Durutti Column,
E-Dancer,
The Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Depeche Mode,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sparks,
The Names,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bob Dylan,
Ornette Coleman,
D'Angelo,
Vladislav Delay,
Average White Band,
Chris Corsano,
The Fire Engines,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.