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 Kazakhstan and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 Alphaville to the rap 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Names,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Teasers,
Talk Talk,
Television Personalities,
Marc Almond,
Ultravox,
Roxy Music,
Maleditus Sound,
X-102,
The Raincoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash,
B.T. Express,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skriet,
Unwound,
Icehouse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boredoms,
The Mojo Men,
Royal Trux,
Black Flag,
Symarip,
Severed Heads,
The Doors,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Hill,
The Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxette,
Newcleus,
Neil Young,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Supertramp,
Porter Ricks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronan,
John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Quantec,
The Saints,
Charles Mingus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alphaville,
Godley & Creme,
Khruangbin,
Kaleidoscope,
Warren Ellis,
Subhumans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Victims,
Television,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.