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 Costa Rica and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Byron Stingily to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers,
Patti Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Theoretical Girls,
John Holt,
Agitation Free,
Tom Boy,
Heaven 17,
Moby Grape,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kenny Larkin,
Joey Negro,
Tim Buckley,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fad Gadget,
Ituana,
Hardrive,
Eric Copeland,
Slick Rick,
Hoover,
Minor Threat,
Wasted Youth,
MC5,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fall,
Scratch Acid,
FM Einheit,
The Searchers,
Unwound,
Pantytec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The United States of America,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fuzztones,
Lalann,
Country Joe & The Fish,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül,
The Offenders,
Surgeon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skaos,
New Order,
Nirvana,
Arcadia,
Crime,
The Birthday Party,
Easy Going,
Chris Corsano,
The Fugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Prince Buster,
Gang Starr,
The Leaves,
Circle Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Deakin,
Mad Mike,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.