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 Iceland and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Television Personalities to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Mark Hollis,
Graham Central Station,
Groovy Waters,
R.M.O.,
B.T. Express,
Hot Snakes,
E-Dancer,
Von Mondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Duran Duran,
Moebius,
Joe Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Michelle Simonal,
Yusef Lateef,
John Lydon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sandy B,
Roger Hodgson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T.S.O.L.,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Vogues,
Deakin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pere Ubu,
Althea and Donna,
Freddie Wadling,
Qualms,
Heaven 17,
Television Personalities,
Country Teasers,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Lynne,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Almond,
Underground Resistance,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tomorrow,
Monks,
Unwound,
The Grass Roots,
The Happenings,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Barracudas,
Basic Channel,
The Sound,
The Cramps,
Albert Ayler,
Fear,
Minor Threat,
Organ,
The Leaves,
Crooked Eye,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.