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 Suriname and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Derrick May to the grunge 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers,
Easy Going,
DJ Sneak,
Parry Music,
Idris Muhammad,
PIL,
Judy Mowatt,
Sex Pistols,
Sonny Sharrock,
D'Angelo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funkadelic,
Malaria!,
LL Cool J,
Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Pantytec,
Magma,
Pantaleimon,
Scrapy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Can,
FM Einheit,
New York Dolls,
The Beau Brummels,
Kayak,
Amazonics,
Nico,
Make Up,
Nirvana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
OOIOO,
Scratch Acid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moody Blues,
Metal Thangz,
Pole,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dual Sessions,
Hot Snakes,
The Birthday Party,
Loose Ends,
The Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.