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 Serbia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 The Busters to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Deepchord,
The Doors,
Gerry Rafferty,
Little Man,
Barbara Tucker,
Das Ding,
Vladislav Delay,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantytec,
Pussy Galore,
The Real Kids,
Urselle,
The Walker Brothers,
Shoche,
Cecil Taylor,
Vainqueur,
Tubeway Army,
Albert Ayler,
X-Ray Spex,
Danielle Patucci,
Hasil Adkins,
the Association,
Harmonia,
Y Pants,
The Count Five,
Sun City Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Joey Negro,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oblivians,
Girls At Our Best!,
L. Decosne,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lakeside,
Ituana,
Moby Grape,
Graham Central Station,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slick Rick,
Babytalk,
Arcadia,
Charles Mingus,
Panda Bear,
Adolescents,
Dave Gahan,
Absolute Body Control,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Raincoats,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sound,
Marmalade,
Heaven 17,
Goldenarms,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.