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 Samoa and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the disco 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Walker Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Teasers,
Skarface,
The Offenders,
David Bowie,
Neil Young,
Blancmange,
JFA,
Roxette,
Ituana,
Bad Manners,
The Gories,
The Barracudas,
MDC,
Colin Newman,
The Leaves,
The Victims,
Funky Four + One,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mojo Men,
Motorama,
The Remains,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lindisfarne,
Deadbeat,
Con Funk Shun,
Siglo XX,
Aural Exciters,
Ultravox,
kango's stein massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Susan Cadogan,
Sällskapet,
Chris Corsano,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Livin' Joy,
Darondo,
R.M.O.,
Wally Richardson,
Grauzone,
The Misunderstood,
New Age Steppers,
The Slits,
Robert Görl,
Aloha Tigers,
The Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Panda Bear,
Kurtis Blow,
Schoolly D,
Radio Birdman,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doors,
Flipper,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.