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 Palau and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 John Lydon 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Peter and Kerry,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Byrd,
PIL,
Television Personalities,
Cameo,
MDC,
Flash Fearless,
The Remains,
Scientists,
Dave Gahan,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monochrome Set,
Howard Jones,
Marine Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minny Pops,
Crooked Eye,
Popol Vuh,
Duran Duran,
David Bowie,
Section 25,
Eric Copeland,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Susan Cadogan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joy Division,
Black Bananas,
Terry Callier,
Todd Rundgren,
Crash Course in Science,
cv313,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pagans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun City Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mo-Dettes,
The Toasters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sandy B,
Lower 48,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tres Demented,
the Human League,
Eddi Front,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Human League,
Byron Stingily,
Altered Images,
Jandek,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.