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 Ukraine and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Procol Harum to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Warren Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Y Pants,
Television Personalities,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sonics,
Yazoo,
R.M.O.,
Deepchord,
Hashim,
Crime,
Quadrant,
Eve St. Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Flipper,
Ultra Naté,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacob Miller,
Zapp,
Parry Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
Model 500,
Minny Pops,
The Music Machine,
Kayak,
Minutemen,
Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Skarface,
The Vogues,
Maurizio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Easy Going,
In Retrospect,
X-Ray Spex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Moon,
the Human League,
Aswad,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick May,
Pylon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Youth Brigade,
Monolake,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nirvana,
Eli Mardock,
Symarip,
Ronan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Real Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Henry Cow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Ohio Players,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.