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 Romania and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 The Evens to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Stiv Bators,
The New Christs,
Ludus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Negative Approach,
Aaron Thompson,
Sight & Sound,
Moebius,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MDC,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Malaria!,
Glenn Branca,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Basic Channel,
Minny Pops,
John Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moleskins,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul II Soul,
Moby Grape,
AZ,
Fugazi,
The Litter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gichy Dan,
Cameo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Vogues,
Bill Near,
Brothers Johnson,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry's Kids,
Kayak,
Duran Duran,
Sällskapet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barbara Tucker,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Swell Maps,
Joe Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Deadbeat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Average White Band,
UT,
Whodini,
Index,
Quadrant,
Intrusion,
Monks,
Mr. Review,
Gang Green,
Janne Schatter,
The Fall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.