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 Iran and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Siglo XX to the electroclash 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barbara Tucker,
Tim Buckley,
the Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doors,
Robert Görl,
Swans,
Roxette,
Section 25,
Janne Schatter,
Excepter,
Aural Exciters,
Cluster,
Bobby Byrd,
Zero Boys,
The Five Americans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
B.T. Express,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Das Ding,
Metal Thangz,
Babytalk,
The Names,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Josef K,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marmalade,
Harmonia,
Jacques Brel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anakelly,
The Searchers,
EPMD,
Brand Nubian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Dolphy,
The Litter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Average White Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang On A Can,
AZ,
Los Fastidios,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fugs,
La Düsseldorf,
These Immortal Souls,
T. Rex,
UT,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lyres,
Man Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lungfish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.