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 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Invisible to the grime 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minny Pops,
Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warren Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cymande,
The Happenings,
The Blues Magoos,
FM Einheit,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
John Holt,
The Pop Group,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Style,
In Retrospect,
The Trojans,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Franke,
Porter Ricks,
Gichy Dan,
Lindisfarne,
The Evens,
Surgeon,
Rapeman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül II,
Godley & Creme,
Radio Birdman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Standells,
Ronnie Foster,
The Selecter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Neon Judgement,
New Age Steppers,
Crime,
Pussy Galore,
The Tremeloes,
Underground Resistance,
Easy Going,
Ponytail,
Rotary Connection,
Eddi Front,
New Order,
Simply Red,
Pole,
Mantronix,
CMW,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joensuu 1685,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.