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 Albania and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Monochrome Set to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Pop Group,
Morten Harket,
Darondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Newcleus,
Echospace,
Lakeside,
Marcia Griffiths,
Trumans Water,
World's Most,
D'Angelo,
Sandy B,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dave Clark Five,
MC5,
Vladislav Delay,
The Remains,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barrington Levy,
Quantec,
The Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Ken Boothe,
The Angels of Light,
Boredoms,
Bluetip,
The Motions,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Pus,
The Moleskins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smoke,
Pantaleimon,
H. Thieme,
The Cramps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
PIL,
Japan,
John Lydon,
Wasted Youth,
The Doors,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Seeds,
Lou Christie,
Second Layer,
Arthur Verocai,
Stetsasonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suburban Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yellowson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grauzone,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dave Gahan,
The Happenings,
Skriet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mo-Dettes,
Tim Buckley,
Moebius,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.