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 Antigua and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Buzzcocks to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
the Association,
The Evens,
Maurizio,
One Last Wish,
Tim Buckley,
Goldenarms,
Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
Smog,
Roxy Music,
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Style,
Erasure,
Buzzcocks,
Essential Logic,
MC5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Machine,
Negative Approach,
The Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
K-Klass,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camberwell Now,
Cymande,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Axelrod,
PIL,
The Barracudas,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donald Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spandau Ballet,
Los Fastidios,
Little Man,
Steve Hackett,
Visage,
Yaz,
The Offenders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Saccharine Trust,
Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Walker Brothers,
Skaos,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arab on Radar,
Faust,
Monolake,
Cal Tjader,
The Misunderstood,
Pylon,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.