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 Bangladesh and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Tomorrow to the grime 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alison Limerick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swans,
Dead Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Mills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-102,
Lakeside,
The New Christs,
Absolute Body Control,
Rekid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flash Fearless,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Michelle Simonal,
Dual Sessions,
Gabor Szabo,
AZ,
Bush Tetras,
The Mojo Men,
The Index,
Intrusion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tommy Roe,
Nils Olav,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Womack,
Saccharine Trust,
Ken Boothe,
Wolf Eyes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Rundgren,
Audionom,
Index,
Joy Division,
Sparks,
Crooked Eye,
China Crisis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
New Age Steppers,
The Kinks,
Little Man,
Interpol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gap Band,
Moss Icon,
Scientists,
the Germs,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris & Cosey,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.