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 Panama and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Ultimate Spinach,
10cc,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quadrant,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mission of Burma,
Niagra,
Popol Vuh,
Pierre Henry,
Freddie Wadling,
Ponytail,
Pole,
John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
The Modern Lovers,
The Beau Brummels,
Easy Going,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pop Group,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
The Stooges,
Whodini,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Vogues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Schoolly D,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Urselle,
Motorama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gories,
Groovy Waters,
New Age Steppers,
PIL,
Television,
Harmonia,
Man Parrish,
Hoover,
Henry Cow,
Pulsallama,
Parry Music,
Delta 5,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moebius,
John Foxx,
Fluxion,
Boredoms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.