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 Georgia and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the punk 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Harry Pussy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terry Callier,
Japan,
Alphaville,
Index,
ABBA,
Toni Rubio,
Lyres,
Quando Quango,
Colin Newman,
Heaven 17,
Zero Boys,
The Victims,
Scratch Acid,
Junior Murvin,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Flag,
The Trojans,
Alton Ellis,
Massinfluence,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Busters,
Skaos,
Delta 5,
MC5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Yazoo,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mad Mike,
Camouflage,
Gang of Four,
Sexual Harrassment,
Charles Mingus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rakim,
The Names,
Audionom,
Organ,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gun Club,
The Moleskins,
Sight & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
The Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Moss Icon,
Robert Hood,
Joe Finger,
Simply Red,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.