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 United States and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Main Source to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Crime,
Index,
Scott Walker,
X-102,
Inner City,
Tom Boy,
Idris Muhammad,
Radio Birdman,
Television Personalities,
Bronski Beat,
Aural Exciters,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Sneak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Outsiders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Suicide,
The Busters,
The Victims,
Mr. Review,
Essential Logic,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Laurel Aitken,
Tommy Roe,
Fluxion,
The Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reuben Wilson,
Cheater Slicks,
Patti Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Althea and Donna,
Easy Going,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Bananas,
Grauzone,
Second Layer,
The Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
Porter Ricks,
Quando Quango,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minor Threat,
Pantytec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ken Boothe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Green,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gories,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.