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 Brazil and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rock 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
AZ,
Ice-T,
Gang Green,
New York Dolls,
June of 44,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cecil Taylor,
Pierre Henry,
Darondo,
Malaria!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Intrusion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alison Limerick,
The Searchers,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zero Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fugs,
The Gun Club,
Magazine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Circle Jerks,
The Gladiators,
Susan Cadogan,
Subhumans,
New Age Steppers,
PIL,
James White and The Blacks,
Gichy Dan,
The Stooges,
The Blackbyrds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Judy Mowatt,
Harmonia,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Divine Comedy,
The Litter,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul II Soul,
Eden Ahbez,
the Normal,
The Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
The Durutti Column,
Section 25,
Josef K,
La Düsseldorf,
cv313,
Los Fastidios,
The Selecter,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.